Standard (EADGBE)

There was the faintest sliver of the moon

At two o'clock this afternoon

Well you and me, we share the same one

We're out there battling the sun

Knockin chips with a five piece stick off a dull gray rock

But nothin's getting done

Don't it seem, don't it seem like nothin ever gets done

They can call us hicks,

we got your smile just wide enough to

lodge between the bricks of some small history, yeah

Some can throw a switch and it can sell you some half-truths

So lie and tell me you miss me

Yeah tell me you miss me, yeah

The rails we ride were always built

On someone else's shoulders

Well and the river rides smooth

over hond yallow boulders

You might hear the sound of what you love fading out to nothing

A strip of pink on the horizon

But what you love will always smolder

The thing you love will always smolder

I think what you love will always smolder

The thing you love will always smolder

They can call us hicks,

we got your smile just wide enough to

lodge between the bricks of some small history, yeah

Some can throw a switch and it can sell you some half-truths

So lie and tell me you miss me

Yeah tell me you miss me, yeah

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