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[Intro] 
Am G C 
Am G C 
Am G C 
Am G C 
  
  
[Verse 1] 
Am            G   C 
Bring me a glass of water 
 Am     G        C 
To wash the dirt from my throat 
Am       G          C 
I've been wandering my whole life out there 
Am          G    C 
Help me out of my coat 
 Am        G      C 
This water's as clear as crystal 
    Am       G       C 
We should thank the Lord for that 
Am     G          C 
Sit you down and hear my story 
Am        G     F 
Find somewhere for my hat 
Am      G           C 
A barkeep takes a stranger's hat 
Am       G       C 
And finds a vacant hook 
Am       G      C 
Turns back towards the traveller 
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His right hand on an old black book 
  
  
[Chorus] 
Am     G     Dm 
The holy Book of Numbers 
  Dm          G          Am 
I take it's something that you've read? 
Am     G        Dm 
The long search in the wilderness 
Dm          G     F 
For a place to lay my head 
  
  
[Verse 2] 
Am      G      C 
So many parables in the scriptures 
 Am          G        C 
But this one I'm doomed to tell 
 Am        G      C 
For I stormed the gates of Heaven 
 Am      G      C 
To find myself in Hell 
Am       G     C 
This is my lonely mission 
 Am        G          C 
To wake the world up to its fate 
Am       G       C 
To dismantle my own invention 
     Am         G    F Dm 
For the hour is getting late 
  
  
[Chorus] 
Am      G     Dm 
This holy Book of Numbers 
  Dm          G         Am 
As we walk through the shadow of death 
Am     G              Dm 
Tell me, are you listening, boy 
Dm         G      Am 
Or Am I just wasting my breath? 
     Am        G           C 
There are fools in the courts of power 
     Dm             G             Am 
While I've walked through this vale of bitter tears 
    Am      G       C 
At the mercy of recording angels 
      Dm          G      F 
For three score and twenty-five years 
  
  
[Outro] 
 Am      G          C 
The barkeep gets up from the table 
 Am           G    C 
To fill up another glass 
Am           G        C 
He turns around to find an empty chair 
       Am          G        C 
All that's left is the name in his hat