Chords for Gregory Alan Isakov - Red and Gold

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_ [G] I'm not [D] _ [G] changing after [D] the laughter [A] that you [Bm] and I once shared.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Take me [G] back twenty [D] miles west, [G] right through the [D] salt of moonlight,
[Bm] shine [A] upon me here, [D] and I'll be [G] there, down [D] by the field,
[G] long [D] beneath the wildwood [A] and that crow's [Bm] crooked tree.
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[Bm] There was blue [G] in the shoes [D] of our traveling [Bm] song,
and the sands kept the gray, [G] and the old stone ain't [D] funny,
it could [Bm] have been shaped [G] for the smoke [D] from my ghost [A] town,
but, [Bm] granted, it was you, cramping [G] right [D] through your veins. _ _
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_ Eight feet three, [G] the garden [D] keeps on yielding,
and [G] the house [D] of his [Bm] keeps from [A] the [D] cold, wild old tree.
[G] The trail's broken, [D]
cracked, and [G] he marches [D] every step,
and he's a [Bm] running home.
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_ _ [Bm] There was [G] blue in the [D] shoes of our traveling [Bm] song,
and the sands kept the gray, and [G] the old stone [D] ain't funny,
it _ could [Bm] have been shaped [G] for the smoke [D] from my ghost town,
[A] but, [Bm] granted, it was you, [G] cramping right [D] through your veins.
It [Bm] was you, cramping [G] right [D] through your veins. _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ [G] _ [D] _ _ Woo!
Woo!
Woo! _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Shake that apple tree, [G] lay you in [D] the orchard,
[G] watch the [D] fields and sky [Bm] pass, and that life, it's just [A] a dream.
[D] I've been here before, [G] laid you in a [D] pond,
_ [Bm] down, [G] down, down.
There was blue _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bm] _ in the [G] shoes of [D] our traveling _ [Bm] song,
and the sands kept the gray, [G] and the old stone ain't [D] funny,
it could have _ [Bm] _ _ [G] _
_ _ [D] _ been shaped for the smoke from my ghost town,
but, granted, it was you, cramping right through your veins.
It was you, cramping right through your veins.
_ [Bm] It was you, [G] cramping right through your veins.
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[D] _ Woo!
_ [N] Woo! _ _