Chords for ONE ON ONE: Richard Shindell March 23rd, 2014 City Winery New York Full Session

You're rolling.
So this is called Atlas Choking. _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ [C#m] _ [C#] _ _ _ _
_ [F#m] _ _ [D] _ [A] _ _ _ [F#m] _
_ [A] _ _ [C#m] _ [F#] _ [A] Iron is dead, she [E] died in her bed, [G#m] at the end of a terrible [E] illness.
Her [A] oxygen birth [E] untethered from Perth, [Bm] she drifted up into [C#] the stillness.
[F#m] Eleven [A] years later, [E] good old Yule Brenner [G#] found himself buried [A] in ether.
Dead iron ran, [G#] took Yule by the hand, [C#] said [F#m] how does it feel to be [B] free? _
Meanwhile on the planet, [F#] the [C#] devil's still at it, [Bm] making a [F#] killing, churning out [B] addicts.
Everybody [G#] everywhere sucking in [A] iron's air.
_ _ [E] Atlas choking. _
_ [F#] _ _ [F#m] _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _
[F#] Big [A] tobacco scent flowers [E] around, with a [G#m] note and a basket of options.
[F#] If you know [A] what's good for you, [E] hold on to these, [Bm] cause everything's [G#] gonna go up, up, [F#] up.
Green [A] Spanish stockman leading the [E] horsemen, [G#] the party's [A] just getting started.
The Marlboro [G#] man wrote in a pen, looked over the [B] water to China.
[Bm] All over the planet, [C#] the devil's still at it, [Bm] making a [F#] killing, churning out addicts.
[B] Everybody [G#] everywhere sucking in [A] iron's air.
Atlas [F#m] choking.
_ [D] _ [A] _ _ [Bm] _ _
Irrational greed, [F#] _ the [G#] national creed.
[Dm] _ Things [D] _ [C#] smoking along.
_ _ _ [F#] _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _
_ [F#m] _ _ [A] _ [G#] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ [A] _ [E] _
Keep watching [A] those share, but don't you dare share.
[G#m] The poor are that way for [D] good reason.
Everyone hush, [G#] utopias flush, [F#] beckoning [B] off in the long run.
Meanwhile on the [F#] planet, the devil's still at [Bm] it, making a killing, [F#] churning out addicts.
[Bm] Everybody [C#] everywhere sucking in [A] iron's air.
_ [E] Atlas [F#m] choking.
[D] _ _ [A] _ [C#] _
_ [F#] _ _ [A] [F#] Atlas choking.
[F#m] _ _
_ [E] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [C#] _ _
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_ _ _ This is called Your Guitar. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Your guitar _ _ _ has traveled far, all the way from California. _ _
_ In a big brown box _ _ _ on an airplane, _ way down to _ Patagonia.
So [D#] far south, [C#] she's never [F#] been.
A change of season, a cold desert [C#] wind.
She must be [D#] wondering what [F#] kind of trouble [C#] she's in. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Just look at her. _ _ _
She is beautiful.
_ Her face shines with its own light.
_ No longer [C#] young.
_ _ She's seen her years.
I can see that you loved her truly.
_ She [D#m] loved you [C#] and stayed by your [F#] side.
A constant [B] voice all [C#] through your life.
All her [A#m] sweet spots, _ making you sigh. _ _ _ _ _
_ My _ _ _ _ [G#] _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [C#] _ _
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stranger's touch, _ _ _ _ she's skittish still.
So I start out taking it slowly.
_ _ [F#] _ Familiar [C#] tunes to _ _ [C#] take her back. _
First up, the Red River Valley. _
To [D#] let her know she's not [F#] alone.
I know [B] something about leaving [C#] a home.
We [D#m] settle down _ [F#] _ in _ _ _ Shenandoah.
[C#] _ _ _ _ _
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And the white [F#m] _ [C#] mystery _ [A#m]
flows out [F#] _ [C#] of your guitar. _
_ _ _ _ [G#] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C#] [A#m] And the [F#] white _ mystery _ _ [A#m] flows [C#] _ _
out of your guitar. _ _ _ _
_ _ Your guitar _ _ _ has traveled [F#] far.
_ [C#] All the way to California. _ _ _ _ _
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