Barleywine Bump

Gm D

Gm
Dance with me my darling,
          Ab
for the summer clock does grind
        Gm
And the hands are getting stronger,
          A             D
squeezing harder every time
Gm
We can get so close we feel the flames
Cm
but we can't quite see the fire
Gm            C        D
setting blaze to the pyre
                 Gm
And now there's blood on my kerchief,
        Ab
Well I think my moment's come,
        Gm
Cuz the past and the future,
           A            D
Are both blurring into one.
Gm
There's a girl's voice on the telephone telling' me that
Cm
everything will be fine,
Gm                  Cm    D
but all I'm picking up is static on the line

C          Cm      G
Soak the heart in brine
C              Eb       D
Shoot it with salt and lime

                Bb                                          Dm
Cuz until the next time, I'll be somewhere swimming in the barley wine
                               Ebm                C                  F
Fightin' all the waves until I wash ashore again underneath all the pines
                      Bb                             Dm
Where we watched our garden grow dreams so big only thoughts could go
                         Ebm                             C
Coins so small they were never thrown into the sea like wishes from the
hands of poor boys just like me
Gm A D

Gm
I pay taxes on distance,
              Ab
and there's a fee for helplessness
        Gm
Retribution for nights spent
       A                  D
on the drunk side of the fence
     Gm
I'll gather what's left and split it in two
          Cm
and place wagers with each of my pence
Gm          Cm
One coin on guilty,
      D
the other on innocence

C         Cm      G
Soak the heart in brine...
C             Eb        D
Shoot it with salt and lime

              Bb                                           Dm
Cuz until the next time, I'll be somewhere swimming in the barley wine
                               Ebm               C                  F
Fightin' all the waves until I wash ashore again underneath all the pines
                     Bb                              Dm
Where we watched our garden grow dreams so big only thoughts could go
                         Ebm                            C
Coins so small they were never thrown into the sea like wishes from the
hands of poor boys just like me
G A D

Eb C G Eb C D
               Bb                                   Dm
So jump in the barley wine, dive to the bottom and close your eyes
                          Eb                                          C         F
We'll float forever like dreams that were cast to the sea, all at the cost of a dime
       Bb                                 Dm
And impossible is nothing when you have a dream to hold
                         Eb                     C                  F
We found our dreams in a glorious, ever-loving, bottomless pot of gold
D Cm Bb

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