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Dm7 | Dm7 | G | G |
Dm7 | Dm7 | G | G |
[Verse 1]
Dm7 G Every ending that you ever rushed
Dm7 G Stings like cinder, slow as rust
Dm7 G Shotgun slug found in the middle of
Dm7 G A field of red bags, ripe with Vidalias
[Chorus]
Am F Time ain't always kind
Am F To the shakin' child or the slippin' mind
[Verse 2]
Dm7 G Every heart that you ever loved
Dm7 G Ragged wrung and divvied up
Dm7 G Fallow tracts to a scythe, a dove
Dm7 G A cellar stocked with bushels of
[Chorus]
Am F Time ain't always kind
Am F To the shakin' child or the slippin' mind
[Post-Chorus]
F G Hallelujah, turpentine
C G/B Am We can tend the land for a little while
F G Bones of those beneath the boundary lines
C G/B Am East in sets first, and then clockwise
F Clockwise
[Instrumental]
Dm7 | Dm7 | G | G |
Dm7 | Dm7 | G | G |
[Verse 3]
Dm7 G Every acre that you ever owned
Dm7 G Hissed and split like a radiator hose
Dm7 G I seen your kinfolk walkin' the meadows
Dm7 G Burrs and burns, but not alone
[Chorus]
Am F Time ain't always kind
Am F To the shakin' child or the slippin' mind
[Post-Chorus]
F G Hallelujah, turpentine
C G/B Am We can tend the land for a little while
F G Bones of those beneath the boundary lines
C G/B Am East in sets first, and then clockwise
F Clockwise
[Outro]
Dm7 | Dm7 | G | G | x12
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