[Intro]
Am G C
Am G C
Am G C
Am G C
[Strophe]
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 
          F 
His right hand on an old black book
[Refrain]
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
[Strophe]
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
[Refrain]
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