Josh Ritter - Wings Chords

 
         
         
         
         
         
X
2
3
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
1
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
1
1
8 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
3
2
4
1
2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
4
4
4
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2

9 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
X
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
         
         
         
         
         
2
3
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
2
4
1
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2
1
2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
2
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
3
2
4
1
4 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
X

12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
1
1
1
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
2
4
3
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
3
2
1
1
8 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
4
3
1
1
1
X

10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
         
         
         
         
         
X
3
2
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
1
8 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
X
3
4
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3

12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
4
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
         
         
         
         
         
2
1
3
4
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
3
2
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1

10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
X
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
No chord
Standard guitar tuning:
E
A
D
G
B
E
Capo on 2 fret
At Amnight we crossed the border Following a black robe to the EmEdge of the reservation To Cataldo Mission where the AmSaints and all the martyrs Look down on dying converts EmWhat makes the water holy she says Is that it's the closest thing to Frain Am I stole a mule from Anthony I helped Anne up upon it And we rode to Coeur d'Alene Through Harrison and Wallace They were blasting out the tunnles Making way for the light of learning When Jesus comes a'calling she said He's coming 'round the mountain on a train YeaCh....... Well it's my Fhome Last night I dreamt that I grew Cwings I found a Gplace where they could hear me when I Amsing We floated on to Hanford On a lumber boat up river Past fisheries and the milltowns Like a stretch of future graveyards She was driven to distraction Said I wonder what will happen When they find out they're mistaken And the land is to changed to ever change We waded through the marketplace Someone's ship had come in There was silver and begonias Dynamite and cattle There were hearts as big as apples And apples in the shape of Mary's heart I said inside this gilded cage A songbird always looks so plain Yeah....... Well it's my home Last night I dreamt that I grew wings I found a place where they could hear me when I sing And so they came with cameras Breaking through the morning mist Press and buisnessmnen, tycoons, Episcipol phianthropists Lost in their appraisal Of the body of a women But all we saw were lowlands, Clouds clung to mountains without strings At last we saw some people Huddled up against The rain that was descending Like railroad spikes and hammers They were headed for the border Walking and then running And then they were gone into the fog But Anne said underneath their jackets she saw wings