New South Wales

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       D                  G               D
Here we sit, across the table from each other
           G                    D
A thousand miles from both our mothers
        E7            A
Barely old enough to rust.
        D               G                D
Here we sit, pretending both our hearts are anchored
         G               D
Taking candy from these strangers
            A               D
Amidst the diesel and the dust.
          D            G           D
Here we sit, singing words nobody taught us.
          G                 D
Drinking fire and spitting sawdust
          E7                  A
Trying to teach ourselves to breathe.
           D               G                D
We haven't yet, but every chorus brings us closer
      G                D
Every flyer and every poster
         A                D
Gives a piece of what we need.

        G                                    D
And the sand that they call cocaine cost you twice as much as gold
         G                                A
You'd be better of to drink your coffee black
       D         D/C#      D/B       D/A     G               D
But I swear the land it listened to the stories that we told
    D                A                        G     D
God bless the busted boat boat that brings us back

          D                      G             D
Mornings rough, it don't give a damn about the mission
           G            D
Has no aesthetic or tradition,
        E7           A
Only lessons never learned.
            D               G            D
And I'd had enough, about a month ago tomorrow.
         G                 D
Parting holds no trace of sorrow
         A              D
For the bitter and the burned.

        G                            D
And the piss they call tequila even Waylon wouldn't drink
        G                              A
Well I'd rather  sip this Listerine I packed
       D      D/C#      D/B     D/A   G                  D
But i swear I've never seen a better place to sit and think
   D                  A                    G   D
God bless the busted ship that brings us back
(violin and picking solo)

        G                                    D
And the sand that they call cocaine cost you twice as much as gold
         G                                A
You'd be better of to drink your coffee black
       D         D/C#      D/B       D/A     G               D
But I swear the land it listened to the stories that we told
    D                A                        G     D
God bless the busted boat boat that brings us back
    D                A                   G    D
God bless the busted boat that brings us back

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