Chords for William Elliott Whitmore - Dry

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The song [C] of the [Bb] blackbird is my [F] heartache, _ all [C] mornings [Bb] such as this. _
[F] And [C] all those useless [Bb] pains [F] and fears, _ [C] things that I [Bb] won't miss. _
[F] _ _ And _ _ _ _ the [C] morning glories [Bb] and the queen [F] as they, _ [C] baptized by [Bb] the wind. _
[F] These [C] inspirations [Bb] are my [F] saving grace, it's [C] time to live [Bb] in the end. _
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[F] _ _ _ Make a hard [C] man humble, [Bb] make a flower [F] woman high, her eyes [C] from the [Bb] light of day.
_ _ [F] When [C] all the crops [Bb] have withered [F] and died, and the [C] soil is blown [Bb] away.
_ _ [D] _ [C] And the ground [F] so dry, _ [D] the [Bb] river's [F] on its hands and [D] knees.
[Bb] And I hear [F] that swoon in [C] the breeze. _
[F] The [C] crow is calling [Bb] and I hear [F] him wail, up [C] in the red [Bb]-barked tree. _ _
[F] _ [C] And there's stories [Gm] that you've lived [F] to tell, _ [C] passing down [Bb] to me.
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[D] _ _ [C] Whisper [F] the truth _
[D] _ [Bb] into [F] your children's [D] ears.
[Bb] Let them know, let them [F] understand, let [C] them hear.
[F] The song [Em] of the blackbird [Bb] is [F] mighty loud, _ [Em] through the evening [Bb] _ mist.
_ [F] The [Em] moon is up and [Bb] it looks [F] so proud, _ [C] looking down [Bb] on a night like [F] this.
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[Bb] _ Mm [F]-hmm. _ _ _
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