Written by Jessi Coulter
E A I followed you down so many roads, baby. B7 E I picked wild flowers and sung you soft sad songs, E A And every road we took, God knows our search was for the truth, B7 E And the storms brewing now won't be the last. Chorus Instrumental ChorusE A Storms never last, do they baby? B7 E Bad times all pass with the wind. E A Your hand in mine stills the thunder B7 E And you make the sun want to shine