Cifras
February Morning Drive

                 Am                 C                                           G 
And the trees that stood in the woods out back
 C                       G             F             C 
Lying by the roadway cut and stacked
                 Am           C                                               G 
And the logging trucks tear the two-lane down
               C           G                       F           C 
It's a double line all the way to town
                                                                                     G 
And these are the things that greeting my eyes
               C               F             C 
On the February morning drive
                                                                                     G 
And these are the things that greeting my eyes
               C               F             C 
On the February morning drive

             Am           C                                   G 
And I wave to Troy as it flashes by
         C           G                   F             C 
Sun rising red in the eastern sky
             Am                 C                                       G 
And I look to my left at the flashing yield
             C                 G                   F             C 
See a murder of crows in a stubble field
                                                                                     G 
And these are the things that greeting my eyes
               C               F             C 
On the February morning drive
                                                                                     G 
And these are the things that greeting my eyes
               C               F             C 
On the February morning drive

                 Am           C                           G 
And the chimney smoke is lying low
 C                     G                     F               C 
Shrouds the town in the valley below
                 Am           C                                   G 
And the morning dawning, sharp and fair
       C                 G                     F           C 
No breath of wind in the winter air
                                                                                     G 
And these are the things that greeting my eyes
               C               F             C 
On the February morning drive
                                                                                     G 
And these are the things that greeting my eyes
               C               F             C 
On the February morning drive

                 Am             C                           G 
And the Winter's white is lying still
 C               G                           F               C 
Over the fields and the shadowed hills
         Am       C                                         G 
And far below the Spring sleeps sound
               C               G                       F           C 
In the hardened heart of the frozen ground
                                                                                     G 
And these are the things that greeting my eyes
               C               F             C 
On the February morning drive
                                                                                     G 
And these are the things that greeting my eyes
               C               F             C 
On the February morning drive

                             C               F             C 
              On the February morning drive