Tono: D
Introducción: D D2 Am Em D
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Pictures of the farm before us
Am
Old men in a gospel Chorus
Em
Sepia and saddle horses
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Easy on the reins
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Eighty-one, a motor-inn
Am
Your momma's seventeen again
Em
She's squinting at at the dusty wind
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The anger of the plains
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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
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The difference between sacred and profane?
C9 G
I was riding on my mother's hip
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She was shorter than the corn
C9 G
And all the years I took from her
A C9
Just by being born
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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
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Five full generations living
Am Em
All these expectations giving way to one
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So late to have a baby on the way
C9 G
You were riding on your mother's hip
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She was shorter than the corn
C9 G
And all the years you took from her
A C9
Just by being born