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Wings by Josh Ritter
Wings
Capo:2nd fret
Am
At night we crossed the border
Following a black robe to the
Em
Edge of the reservation
To Cataldo Mission where the
Am
Saints and all the martyrs
Look down on dying converts
Em
What makes the water holy she says
F Am
Is that it's the closest thing to rain
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
C
Yeah.......
F
Well it's my home
C
Last night I dreamt that I grew wings
G Am
I found a place where they could hear me when I sing
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
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version 2
Capo:2nd fret
all chords relative to capo
Travis style picking scheme
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B----------1------------------------------------------------------------|
G------2-------2--------------------------------------------------------|
D----2-------2----------------------------------------------------------|
A--0-----0--------------------------------------------------------------|
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For the intro just repeat Am a few times
Am
at night we crossed the border following a Black robe
Em
to the edge of the reservation to Cataldo Mission
Am
where the saints and all the martyrs look down on dying converts
Em F
what makes the water holy, she says, is that it's the closest thing to rain
Am
I stole a mule from Anthony I helped Anne up upon it
Em
and we rode to Coeur d'Alene past Harrison and Wallace
Am
they were blasting out the tunnels making way for the light of learning
Em
when Jesus comes a'calling, she said, he's coming 'round the mountain on a
F C
train
F C
it's my home last night I dreamt that I grew wings
G Am
I found a place where they could hear me when I sing
Am
we floated on to Hanford on a lumber boat up river
Em
past the fisheries and milltowns like a stretch of future graveyards
Am
she was driven to distraction said, I wonder what will happen
Em
when they find out they're mistaken and the land is too changed to ever
F
change
Am
we waded through the marketplace someone's ship had come in
Em
there was silver and begonias dynamite and cattle
Am Em
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
F C
plain
F C
it's my home last night I dreamt that I grew wings
G Am
I found a place where they could hear me when I sing
E-----------------------------------------------------------|
B----------1-------------1-------------1-------------1------|
G------2-------2-----2-------2-----2-------2-----2-------2--|
D----2-------2-----2-------2-----2-------2-----2-------2----|
A--0-----0--------------------------------------------------|
E----------------3-----3-------1-----1-------0-----0--------|
Am
and so they came with cameras breaking through the morning mist
Em
press and businessmen tycoons Episcopal philanthropists
Am
lost in their appraisal of the body of a woman
Em F
but all we saw were lowlands clouds clung to mountains without strings
Am
at last we saw some people
Am
at last we saw some people
Am
at last we saw some people huddled up against
Em
the rain that was descending like railroad spikes and hammers
Am
they were headed for the border walking and then running
Em
then they were gone into the fog but Anne said underneath the jackets she
F
saw wings.
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