Key: D
Introduction: D D2 Am Em D
D
Pictures of the farm before us
Am
Old men in a gospel Chorus
Em
Sepia and saddle horses
D
Easy on the reins
D
Eighty-one, a motor-inn
Am
Your momma's seventeen again
Em
She's squinting at at the dusty wind
D
The anger of the plains
D
You and i were almost nothing
Am
Pray to God the gods were bluffing
Em D
Seventeen ain't old enough to reason with the pain
D Am
How could we expect the two to stay in love,
Em
When neither knew the meaning of
D
The difference between sacred and profane?
C9 G
I was riding on my mother's hip
D D4 D D2 D
She was shorter than the corn
C9 G
And all the years I took from her
A C9
Just by being born
D
I didn't mean to break the cycle
Am
At seventeen, I went by Michael
Em D
No one ever called me by my own name anyway
D
Five full generations living
Am Em
All these expectations giving way to one
D
So late to have a baby on the way
C9 G
You were riding on your mother's hip
D D4 D D2 D
She was shorter than the corn
C9 G
And all the years you took from her
A C9
Just by being born