Chords for James McMurtry - Copper Canteen

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