Band Name: Joan Osborne 
Song Name: One of Us

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If God had a name, what would it be?

Em C
And would you call it to his face 

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If you were faced with him

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In all his glory -- what would you ask?

Em C+9 G D
If you had just one question?

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Yeah... yeah... God is great

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Yeah... yeah... God is good

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Yeah... yeah... yeah... yeah... yeah...

Em C+9 G D
What if God was one of us?

Em C+9 G D
Just a slob like one of us?

Em C+9 G D
Just a stranger on the bus trying to make his way home


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If God had a face, what would it look like 
And would you want to see?
If seeing meant that you would have to believe, 
In things like heaven and in Jesus and the saints and all the prophets

Trying to make his way home...
Like up to heaven all alone...
Nobody calling on the phone...
Except for the Pope, maybe in Rome.

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Pensacola
by Joan Osborne, Eric Bazilian, Rob Hyman, Rick Chertoff
as transcribed by R.Kilby ([email protected])


Am C G Am C G Am 
Well I found him in Pensacola, in a trailer in the sand,

C G 
The man from the picture, 

Em F G Em7 F G
He's stained yellow in my hand, he's stained yellow in my hand.

Am C G Am C G
He was squinting and stubbled, and standing in the door,

Am C G
He said if you've come to take the car away,

Em F G Em F G
I don't have it any more, I don't have it any more.

Am C G (yay-hay etc)

Am C G

He's got the gospel on the radio, and the gospel on TV,
He's got all of the transcripts
Back to 19-63, back to 19-63.
He said I sold my blood for money ,
There wasn't any pain, But I just can't stand the feeling,
It's in someone else's veins, it's in someone else's veins.

Yay-hey etc...

Mama took me aside, tried to change my mind,
She said "don't waste your time, in looking,,
There's nothing nothing, left to find, nothing, nothing left to find."
So I left him in Pensacola, in a trailer in the sand,
The man from the picture, 
He's stained yellow in my hand, he's stained yellow in my hand.


Tabbed By Hoppus1039
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