Cifras
Tillman Co

Tono: E

Introducción: Em    G    D    Am    C    G    D    Am    

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                  Em    G    D    Am    C    G    D    Em  
                             G                         D                            Am  
Mother Red River, she wind like a copperhead
C                      G                         D                    Am  
Coils and boils over Dennison Dam
Em                            G                 D                            Am  
Little white houses, eggs on the rocky bed
C                    G                         C                         D  
I am the son of the serpent, I am
G              G/F#      Em                              D              G  
Raised on the river, washed in the blood
D                                                                                         Em  
Blood runs thicker than bottomland mud
                                                                                          D                            G  
And the wheel sinks deeper as the years spin 'round
D                                                                            Em  
Thirty bad summers in Tillman County
             G    D    Am    C    G    D    Em  
                          G                              D                         Am  
My uncle, Little Tree, dreams of another life
C                            G                                 D                      Am  
Coddles his cattle and he rents his range
Em                    G                         D                            Am  
Holds the fan to the face of his pretty wife
C                      G                                 C                         D  
She knows nothing ain't ever gonna change, she was
G              G/F#      Em                              D              G  
Raised on the river, washed in the blood
D                                                                                         Em  
Blood runs thicker than bottomland mud
                                                                                          D                            G  
And the wheel sinks deeper as the years spin 'round
D                                                                            Em  
Thirty bad summers in Tillman County
                 G    D    Am    C    G    D    Am  
                                     Em    G    D    Am    C    G    D    Em  
                                     Em    G    D    Am    C    G    D    Am  
          C                         Am                            Em  
And daylight's dragon fence-line
                        C                 Am              Em  
Keeps me working in this trance
C                                            G  
Pounding down the bedrock
                          Am         Em              D  
With this rusty lance
                        C                                      D  
We don't stand a chance
Em                 G                      D                            Am  
Chikasha trickster call to the funnel cloud
C                         G                                    D                 Am  
Demon come screaming over Wichita falls
Em                         G                         D                      Am  
Lines down, power out, lying and points south
C                         G                                 C                      D  
Time and direction don't matter at all when you're
G              G/F#      Em                              D              G  
Raised on the river, washed in the blood
D                                                                                         Em  
Blood runs thicker than bottomland mud
                                                                                          D                            G  
And the wheel sinks deeper as the years spin 'round
D                                                                            Em  
Thirty bad summers in Tillman County
             G    D    Am    C    G    D    Am  
                             Em    G    D    Am    C    G    D    Em  
                          G                                    D                      Am  
Maybe old Moses come and turn this current back
C                    G                         D                    Am  
Cross me over, ever holy and dry
Em                      G                              D                            Am  
Climb me a crooked oak, scar-faced, bible-black
C                         G                                    C                         D  
Swing this shovel 'til it cracks the sky, I was
G              G/F#      Em                              D              G  
Raised on the river, washed in the blood
D                                                                                         Em  
Blood runs thicker than bottomland mud
                                                                                          D                            G  
And the wheel sinks deeper as the years spin 'round
D                                                                            Em  
Thirty bad summers in Tillman County
D                                                                            Em  
Thirty bad summers in Tillman County
D                                                                            Em  
Thirty bad summers in Tillman County
        Em    G    D    Am    C    G    D    Am  
                  Em    G    D    Am    C    G    D    Em