Chords for James McMurtry "Copper Canteen" from the LP 'Complicated Game'

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[D] _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ [Em] _ _ _
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_ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ [Em] _ _ [Bm] _
[D] Honey, don't you be [Bm] yelling at me when [D] I'm cleaning my [G] gun.
[Bm] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ [D] I'll wash the [Bm] blood off the tailgate [D] when deer [G] season's done. _ _ _ _ _
We got one more weekend [A] to go, [G] and I'd [D] like to kill one [Bm] more doe.
[G] _
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_ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ [G] So I'll shovel the sidewalk again, cause [D] you're still in [G] a stew.
[Bm] _
_ _ _ I bet [D] the bridge tender's widow won't mind that I can't please [G] you. _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
She sure got the run [A] of the men, [D] _ _
out here where the [G] pickings are thin and there's not much to do.
[D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [Em] _ _ [D] _
Now I woke up [Bm] last night in the grip [D] of a fright, [G] scared to breathe, for I might make a noise.
But [Bm] this life that [A] we crave's [Bm] so little we [D] save between [G] the grandparents' graves and the [A] _ grandchildren's toys.
[B] And we [D] grew apart, _ [Bm] and our [D] children don't know what [G] that means.
[D] _ _ [G] _
_ We turned into our parents before [D] we were out of our teens, [Bm] _ _
[Em] _ [G] _ through a series of [A] Chevys and [D] Fords,
and the occasional spin round [Bm] the floor at the Copper [D] Canteen. _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ [A] _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [G] Now the big boxes out on the bypass [D] are shaving us [G] thin.
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ I guess we can hold on a [G] couple more years [D] till the pension [Bm] kicks in.
_ _ _ [Em] _ [G] Then we'll sell all the stock in [A] the store, _ [D] and leave only the lock on the door, and wonder what then.
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_ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ When [D] I wake up at night in the grip of a fright, and [G] you hold me so tight to your chest,
[D] and your breath on my skin still pulls me back in till [G] I'm weightless, and then [D] I can rest.
So if Monsignor should pull [Bm] you aside [D] as you leave in [G] the church,
[D] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [D] I'm out on the ice, [Bm] dropping lines [D] for walleye [G] and perch.
[D] _ _ [Em] _ Tell him it's [D] not your job to bring me to the fold, _ and I'd rather stand [Em] out in the cold,
and [G] honey I know the woodpile's low, and we [D] can't close the flue. _
_ [Em] _ _ _ [D] So I'll split [Bm] up a couple more chords [D] for the [G] wintertime's through.
[D] _
_ [Em] _ _ [G] _ [D] Hold on to your [A] rosary [G] beads, [D] leave me to my [E] mischievous deeds like we [G] [D] always do. _
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