^A At the time I was ^G too young for the ^A men But ^A it's become much ^G clearer through the ^A years ^A We gathered ^G round the boy in his ^D army clothes Said good^Cbye and his ^G mother shed her ^A tears ^A Every day she ^G watched for the ^A postman But the ^A long awaited ^G letter was over^Adue ^A It's not the ^G silence that ^Dmakes you crazy It's the ^C sound of a ^G heart breaking in ^A two ^C Then it ^G came across the ^A ocean It was ^C hard to under^Gstand the awful ^A news ^C I don't know ^G why I still re^Amember I ^C guess it's just the ^G Lake Placid ^A Blues ^{A G A} I turned 18 and ^G left that part of the ^A country ^A Went down on the ^G Padre Island ^A coast ^A Of all the ^G hard times I ^D still remember The repo^Cssession of the ^G guitar hurt the ^A most I ^A often stood in ^G line outside the ^Amission And I ^A huddled there be^Gside them in the ^A rain A ^A priest came ^G to the door with ^D empty eyes I could ^C see he no ^G longer felt their ^A pain ^C Some were ^G searchin' for for^Agiveness And ^C others ^G only wanted ^A food I ^C needed ^G more than I could ^A ask for There is no ^C comfort with the ^G Lake Placid ^ABlues INSTRUMENTAL: ^{A G A A G A A G D C G A A} It's hard to find good ^G friends in a ^A lifetime ^A You can usually ^G count 'em on one ^A hand I ^A shivered ^G by the fire and the ^D dawn was breakin' And I ^C scattered his ^G ashes on the ^A sand And the ^G silver cranes came ^D over in ^A formation ^G In a sacred ^D manner they ^A flew ^G And I will ^D always re^Amember The ^C sky, ^G the Lake Placid ^ABlues ^{A G A A G A A G A C G} Lake Placid ^A Blues ^{C G A C G A C G A C G} Lake Placid ^A Blues