Chords for Michael McDermott - "Willow Springs" (EXPLICIT)

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The diner's [C#m] dark with dreams [A] undone, [E] narcotic nightingales have sung the tortured songs
for [A] everyone in the [E] cavalcade.
_ Apocalyptic subway dreams, [F#m] the alleys [E] and the in-betweens, the horse and buggy [A] symphonies
of [F#m] fools there and [E] some would say.
Pimps and [C#m] pushers, [A] presidents, the [E] pauper's preacher tenements, the [C#m] cowboy's code, the
poor [A] laments, the coming [E] judgment day.
Bible [C#m] thumpers, Jesus [A] freaks, [F#m] [E] conservatives and hippie geeks rehearsing for the rapture
with the fools out on parade.
[B] I've fallen [C#m] at the foot [A] of an altar [E] so great [B] I never [C#m] understood [A] why heaven [E] would have [B] a gate.
I [C#m] searched all over [A] like a piper [E] at the gates [B] of _ dawn, [E] but [A] maybe it [Em] was [B] you [C#m] all _ along.
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[A] _ _ [E] _ Now there's a [C#m] handbasket bound for hell, I got [A] my two [E] tickets from a wishing well, and
life is just a [A] carousel, so babe let's [E] both get off.
The doctor said you're looking [A] pale, I said I just came [E] from the jail, he said buy a cross
forget the [A] nails, now turn your [E] head and cough.
A longing look, a dying [A] rose, an ancient [E] warrior-like pose, the savior's wearing sweatshop [A] clothes,
but ain't he [E] looking fine?
The news is all so fucking [A] bleak, I think my [E] eyes have sprung a leak, strength is built
upon the [F#m] weak and the rich are [E] deemed divine.
[B] I've wandered [C#m] through the [A] wasteland for forty [E] days [B] and nights, [C#m] pondered frustration, [A] but
could never [E] really see the [B] light, [C#m] squandered salvation, [A] but with you [E] I feel [B] so strong, _
[E] maybe [A] it [E] was you all along.
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Now the brokenness is plain to [A] see, the emptiness, [E] the misery, and not even the [A] birds are free,
the chain [E] to the sky, _ [C#m] cannonballs and [A] musketeers, the king's men [E] drinking dollar beers and whispering
the hungry [A] ears of the dreams that [E] pass us by.
I don't believe in karma [A] much, but maybe [E] I'm too out of touch, cause I use faith just like
a [A] crutch, I'm such a [E] helpless man, been chasing my [C#m] tail in the [A] yard, didn't know that [E] things
could get so hard, so many [C#m] nights I fell apart [A] from all I couldn't [E] understand.
[B] For so long [C#m] I've been running, [A] for so [E] long I've been [B] scared, so [C#m] unbecoming, [A] for so [E] long
I've been in [B] bed, for [C#m] so long singing [A] the words [E] to the same [B] old song, [E] but maybe [A] it [E] was
_ [B] _ [E] you all along.
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_ _ [E] _ I've _ [C#m] _ _
[A] _ _ [E] _ been beaten down but [A] never out, developed [E] myself, but with my doubt I turned to the
[C#m] heavens and began to [A] shout, man is this [E] all you got?
Fuck this [C#m] noise, I told the [A] man I'm headed for [E] the promised land, gonna build me a [C#m] castle
in the sand, [A] I ain't [E] asking for a lot.
Suddenly it occurred to [A] me, I think I know [E] what it is I need, and that which I was [A] trying
to be, are two [E] separate things, looking high and looking low, [A] for God knows what [E] God only
knows, to be loved and respected, [A] in the safety of [E] your wings.
[B] Maybe [C#m] it was angels, [A] or maybe [E] it was [B] God, maybe [C#m] a stranger, [A] or some [E] kind of lightning
[B] rod, maybe [C#m] a spirit, [A] or maybe [E] the saints beyond, [B] _ _ _
[E] maybe [A] it [Em] was you [B] _
[E] all _ _ [A] along.
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Capos, capos, the culpable, [A] the glass of life [E] seems pretty full, your love is so indelible,
[A] may it never go [E] away.
Saints and sinners, sepulchres, [A] the hustlers, [E] harlots, harbingers, the jester dances, moon
[A] beams, if you stay out of [E] his way.
The lanterns light the way [A] they walk, and tongues too [E] taunt to even talk, I swear to
God it's not my fault, [A] and what they [E] love to say.
Caverns crave a crooked [A] mind, sacrosanct [E] sardonic time, the search for what you'll
never find, man it's always been this way.
[B] Maybe [C#m] I'm a lion, [A] or maybe [E] just a [B] lamb, for so [C#m] long trying, [A] but still [E] can't [B] understand,
it seems [C#m] so simple, [A] like seven [E] silver [B] sailing swans. _ _ _ _ _
[E] Maybe [A] it [Em] was you [B] all [E] _ [G#m] [C#m] along.
_ [A] _ _ [E] Maybe _ _ [A] it [E] was _ you [B] _ _ _ [E] all along. _ _ _
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