D                G                D                 G
Well I've heard those city singers singin' 'bout how they can love.
D               G             D                 G
Deeper than the oceans higher than the stars a -bove.
     D               G             D                    G 
Well I come from the country and I know I ain't seen it all.
      D                  G             D          G         D
But I heard that ocean's salty and the stars they sometimes fall.
    Em                               F#m
And that would not do justice to the way I feel for you.
     G             F#m        Em               A
So I had to sing a song about all the things I knew.

[Chorus]
           D               G       D                 G
My love is deeper than the holler, stronger than the river.
Bm              Em                 G             A
Higher than the pine trees growin' tall upon the hill.
           D              G                D       D/C#     Bm
My love is purer than the snowflakes, that fall in late De -cember.
    Em          F#m        G
And honest as a robin on a springtime window sill.
    Em              A
And longer than the song of a whippoor-

[Interlude]
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-will
[Verse 2]
         D                 G                     D                 G
From the back-roads to the Broadway shows with a million miles be -tween
          D               G               D      G       D
There's a least a million love songs that people love to sing
    Em                        F#m
And everyone is different and everyone's the same
    G               F#m           Em              A
An' this is just a -nother way of sayin' the same thing

[Chorus]
           D               G       D                 G
My love is deeper than the holler, stronger than the river
Bm              Em                 G             A
Higher than the pine trees growin' tall upon the hill
           D              G               D       D/C#     Bm
My love is purer than the snowflakes that fall in late De -cember
       Em        F#m        G
And ho nest as a robin on a springtime window sill
    Em              A
And longer than the song of a whippoor-

D   Bm   Em   A   
will
D   Bm   Em   A
[Chorus]
           D               G       D                 G
My love is deeper than the holler, stronger than the river
Bm              Em                 G             A
Higher than the pine trees growin' tall upon the hill
           D              G               D       D/C#     Bm
My love is purer than the snowflakes that fall in late De -cember
    Em          F#m        G
And honest as a robin on a springtime window sill
    Em              A
And longer than the song of a whippoor-
D    Bm   Em   A
will  
           D
A whippoor will
Bm  Em  A D