Cifras
Cold Missouri Waters

        C                                                                      Am  
My name is Dodge, but then you know that
             F                                                                                         C                                                         G  
It's written on the chart there, at the foot end of the of the bed
             C                                                                            Am  
They think I'm blind, that I can't read it
                        F                                                                            C                                      G  
But I've read it, every word and every word it says is death
        Am                                                         F                                      C  
So confession. Is that the reason that you came?
                  Am                                                    F                                         G  
Get it off my chest before I check out of the game
                          Am                                                              F                                                    C  
Since you mention it, well, there's thirteen things I'll name
Dm                                      F                                    G                                 Am                         F  
Thirteen crosses high above the cold Missouri waters
                        C                            Am  
August '49, North Montana
          F                                                                    C                                 G  
The hottest day on record, the forest tinder dry
                          C                                    Am  
Lightning strikes in the mountains
                F                                                                                      C                                            G  
I was crew chief at the jump base, I prepared the boys to fly
                             Am                            F                         C  
Picked the drop zone, C47 comes in low
                        Am                              F                                                    G  
Feel the tap upon your leg that tells you, "Go"
                     Am                              F                            C  
See the circle of the fire down below
Dm                              F                                            G                                 Am                      F  
Fifteen of us dropped above the cold Missouri waters
                             C                                    Am  
Gauged the fire, I'd seen bigger
             F                                                                                 C                                      G  
So I ordered them to side hill, we'd fight it from below
             C                                                      Am  
We'd have our backs to the river
             F                                                                                 C                                 G  
We'd have it licked by morning, even if we took it slow
                     Am                                                            F                              C  
But the fire crowned, jumped the valley just ahead
                          Am                                              F                                      G  
There was no way down, headed for the ridge instead
                             Am                                                      F                                              C  
Too big to fight it, we'd have to fight that slope instead
Dm                                         F                                      G                                 Am                      F  
Flames one step behind, above the cold Missouri waters
C                                                                            Am  
Sky had turned red, smoke was boiling
          F                                                                                         C                                 G  
Two hundred yards to safety, death was fifty yards behind
                     C                                         Am  
I don't know why, I just thought it
     F                                                                                            C                                    G  
I struck a match to waist high grass, running out of time
                        Am                                            F                                            C  
Tried to tell them, "Step into this fire I've set."
                          Am                                                 F                                              G  
"We can't make it, this is the only chance you'll get"
                        Am                                                      F                                 C  
But they cursed me, ran for the rocks above instead
     Dm                                         F                                         G                                 Am  
I lay face down and prayed above the cold Missouri waters
             Dm      Em      F         G  
                             Aah, aah, aah, aah
                             G         Dm      Am      F  
                             Aah, aah, aah, aah
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Then when I rose like the phoenix
                     F                                                                                         C                                         G  
In that world reduced to ashes, there were none, but two survived
     C                                                                            Am  
I stayed that night and one day after
                     F                                                                              C                                 G  
Carried bodies to the river, wondering how I stayed alive
                        Am                                    F                                                 C  
Thirteen stations of the cross to mark their fall
             Am                                              F                                      G  
I've had my say, I'll confess to nothing more
             Am                                                              F                                    C  
I'll join them now, those that left me long before
Dm                                      F                                    G                                 Am  
Thirteen crosses high above the cold Missouri waters
Dm      Am      F  
Ooh, ooh, ooh