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[Verse 1]
C F CWe woke along the prairie on a wind-bitten road
Am G Cfrom here to North Dakota where the riders wrote their poems.
F C GAnywhere you wander on this humbly beaten world
F G Cyou′ll never see another way a sunrise here unfurls.
[Verse 2]
C F CYou pointed to pictures that I leave beside the door,
Am G Caskin' me the wrong things who they′re of, what they're for.
F C GLet 'em fade away like memories in the snow,
Am F F G G*find a place to think when you′re feelin′ so alone.
[Chorus]
F C G G How are your mornings so slow,
Am F G Cwe ain't got no neighbors to care what we sow.
F C G G Where Do you bury your own,
Am F C Gwe might lie forever to sleep under stone,
Am F G C C C Cin a cold pile of rocks down a wind-bitten road.
[Verse 3]
C F CI know somewhere you Go where the grass gets in your eyes
Am G Cbetween your ears and in your mind, she never lets you hide.
F C GRunnin′ down that windy road to your front door
F G Cto find your lucky dime's just a chore for livin′ more.
[Verse 4]
C F CRain'll turn to sleet and it′ll infiltrate your dreams
Am G Cto freeze what was soggy it comes bustin' at the seams.
F C GPushing out from inward like your deepest fear
Am F F G G G*is her love a dirty glove that forced your hand to steer.
[Chorus]
F C G G How are your mornings so slow,
Am F G Cwe ain't got no neighbors to care what we sow.
F C G G Where Do you bury your own,
Am F F Gwe might lie forever to sleep under stone,
Am F G C C C Cin a cold pile of rocks down a wind-bitten road.
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[Interlude]
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[Bridge] (Starts on youtube at 2:10)
Am F It′s the darkest in November,
Am F the dark will sleep here as I′m coming home.
Am F But the wind might come to see her,
Am G G*** just to tear away her bones.
[Verse 5]
Am F C C She seeks a weary comfort
Am F C G from the wailings of news of the world.
Am F C C Slumbering right through the silence,
Am F G G G G* she might not have heard.
[Interlude]
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| Am F | C | Am F | G | G*** |
| F C | G | Am F | G C |
| F C | G | Am F | C G |
| F C | G | Am F | G C |
| F C | G | Am F | C G |
| G | G | G* |
| F C | G | F C | G |
| F C | G | F C | G |
| G | G | G | G* |
[End-Chorus]
G G How are your mornings so slow,
Am F G Cwe ain't got no neighbors to care what we sow?
F C G G Where Do you bury your own?
Am F C GWe might lie forever to sleep under stone
Am F C Gand hope that the wind never tears at her bones,
Am F C Gdarkness will sleep here as I′m coming home
Am F G C Cto a cold pile of rocks down a wind-bitten road.
F* C* G** C* G*** C*
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