Chords
Little Hands

 E                     A                           B 
Winding down the dusty trail
 E               A                           B 
From Cathedral Butte
 E                       A                                 B 
Walking towards the canyon floor
 A                   B                       E 
Playing Anasasi flutes
 E                   A             B 
Eagles flying overhead
 E                                   A                 B 
Beneath the desert sky
 E                               A                 B 
Makes me think of how they lived
 A             B 
Many years gone by

 E                       A                             B 
I wander here from time to time
             E                   A                               B 
To give my head some space
 E                             A                           B 
Leave the noise and confusion
 A                 B                         E 
Vanish without a trace
 E           A                             B 
Salt Creek runs through the grass
                         E                       A                     B 
As you hum that canyon tune
 E                 A                             B 
Brush against the desert sage
                 A                           B 
Just like some sweet perfume
 C#m                               A             B 
Eight hundred years ago
                 B                                                   C#m 
This canyon was their home
 C#m                               A             B 
Eight hundred years ago
 B                                     C                                 C#m 
They walked through the sand
 C#m                               A             B 
Eight hundred years ago
 B                                     C                             C#m 
They painted these little hands
 E                       A           B 
Yes this is the timeless place
                       E                             A                           B 
That's seen them come and go
                   E                         A                                   B 
They packed it up way back when
               A                           B                         E 
And drifted on down the road
 E                           A                         B 
The earth, the sun, the moon and the stars
 E                           A                             B 
Meant so much back then
 E                                               A                                                         B 
But the years go by and though you try
                                 A                               B           E 
You can't bring them back again
 C#m                               A             B 
Eight hundred years ago
                 B                                                   C#m 
This canyon was their home
 C#m                               A             B 
Eight hundred years ago
 B                                     C                                 C#m 
They walked through the sand
 C#m                               A             B 
Eight hundred years ago
 B                                     C                             C#m 
They painted these little hands