The West Was Burning Chords by Martha Scanlan

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I [F] was walking down a road of dust and bones and ash and following a burning set of tracks
that [C] led to you.
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_ _ [G] I still see [F] the [C] fire in your stare.
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I still think [C] I could have burned out there. _
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_ At the wind of the fields of Eden, [F] Kansas, I rolled on forever on, forever [C] on, beneath the sun. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ I could lie there for a moment, I could feel your arms around me, I could feel the spinning
round, the spinning sun. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] Roll on through [F] the weed and [C] roll on by. _ _ _
_ [G] Touch a grain [F] against a deep [C] September turquoise sky.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ All the glory you could somehow shove inside a bottle doesn't seem to fill the empty cup
inside your soul.
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[F] And all the winding roads you used to follow never seem to [C] get you head for where you know
you think you need to go. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] Times of [F] trouble, times of [C] grace and ease. _ _ _ _
[G] _ Mama [F] always said [C] there'd be days like these. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ [Am] If wishing [F] was a [C] walking and a thinking was a talking, I'd be walking [F] and be talking [C] back to you. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ And if I could be a river winding down a mountain, I would twist and curl and turn and tumble
down to you. _
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[G] Day stories [F] told by the mountains [C] and by trees, _ _ _ _ [G] _ tell you [Fm] maybe this is [C] what it is. _ _ _ _
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_ _ Once a [F] year the west was burning, I was only miles asleep and I woke up a-dreaming about you. _ _ _ _ _
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