Chords for Watkins, Jarosz & O'Donovan at Celtic Connections 2015

and _ _ [G] wrote a song together, so we'll play that [Bbm] tune for you.
It's called Hornets.
_ We didn't even know how much we were missing the Sarah Watkins
part until we taught it to Sarah Watkins,
and _ the song really [Ab] came to life. _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
[Db] _ _ _ _ [Ebm] It was nothing.
[Ab] We're glad you didn't hear it before.
[Db] _ _ It would have been a waste of time. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ We tune because we care, folks. _
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[Bbm] There ain't nothing [Bb] left for me.
I gotta [Eb] get up.
_ Spent the better part of 29 _ years just trying to get [Ebm] up. _
[Db] Got a new one running after me.
Praise to the unending [Bb] sun.
_ _ Look out of the corner of my eye [Ebm] looking at me. _
[Bb] Got a one-of-a-kind snow painted on my [Ebm] fly.
Oh, he and me.
_ _ [Db] Let's sweep down by the front of the truck.
Follow the sound of the black stroke [Bb] sack. _ _
[Eb] With the [Abm] shoes gone away and [Gb] I was cold and feared,
[Abm] I'd sit myself [Db] right down in every summer traveling shoes.
[Eb] If I lose it down the road, [Ab] you look over your shoulder.
I'll be there [Db] to have and hold you. _ _
[Abm] _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _
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We only traveled 17 _ miles.
We won't [F] turn back.
_ _ [Bb] Don't leave your little girl in the wild.
The sky is [Ebm] turning black. _
[Db] Play tell the war to the morning comes.
Find the roads to couch and thumb.
Hold it there when [Bbm] the morning comes.
Just run. _
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[Bbm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Got [Eb] a new one running after me.
Praise to the unending [Bb] sun. _ _
[Abm] With the shoes gone away and [Eb] I was cold and feared,
I'd sit myself right [Db] down in every summer [Bb] traveling shoes.
If I [Abm] lose it down the road, you look [Eb] over your shoulder.
I'll be there to [Db] have and hold you. _
[Ebm] _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _
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[Abm] _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _
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My passion's running low and I'm about _ to hit the state line.
_ Turn back.
It's the only way to go [Ebm] back to what's mine. _ _
[Db] I'll die in the bed that I was born in.
Gone from this world without [Bb] one day. _ _ _ _ _ _
[Ebm] With the shoes [Eb] gone away and I was cold and feared,
[Ebm] I'd sit myself right down in every summer traveling shoes.
If I lose it down the road, you look over your shoulder.
I'll be there to have and [F] hold you.
[Abm] With the shoes [F] gone away and I was cold and feared,
[Eb] I'd sit myself [Db] right down in every summer [F] traveling shoes.
If I [Abm] lose it down the road, you look [Eb] over your shoulder.
I'll be there [Db] to have and hold you. _
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