Sparks

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D                                 Em7
Well, there he sits huddled by his fire
             G                        D
Dreaming his dreams that he's dreamed before
D                                        Em7
Just watching those sparks drifting up to heaven
                 G                     D
And watching his hopes drift away like smoke
D                                       Em7
Just look at those sparks drifting up to heaven
          G               D
Seeking a place among the stars
D                           Em7
Do you think sparks dream of being stars
           G                         D
And if they do, do they know they're fools

Em7                                        D
He drifted to town some years ago with the first fall snow
Em7                                                 D
He spoke of the circuit and all the bulls that he'd rode
        G
But the bulls had outdone him and all he'd wound up with
     D                          Em7
Were broke bones and handfuls of dirt
             G                                            D
And if you'd had his dreams you'd know how that must have hurt

D                                 Em7
So just let him be a broke down old cowboy
             G                      D
Just let him dream his worn out old dreams
D                                  Em7
He's tall in his tales where he was quicker than most
              G                                         D
And if you had known him then you'd know he's not one to boast

Em7                                   D
Just look how he walks when he sees a lady
Em7                                       D
Straightens right up, tips a hat to those near
G
And look at the kids, ten steps behind him
          D                    Em7
Whispering things they think he can't hear
                 G                                     D
But if you could see his eyes you'd know he damned well hears

D                                 Em7
So just let him be a broke down old cowboy
             G                      D
Just let him dream his worn out old dreams
D                      Em7
He's long in the tooth; he's bent, frail, and fragile
              G                                             D
But if you had known him then you'd know he might speak the truth

Em7                                     D
We've all have our dreams that we carry around
Em7                                   D
Some dreams go with us right into the ground
G
Sparks turns to ashes; cowboys meet their matches
        D                  Em7
And the quickest they don't always win
    G                                                       D
But dreaming's your first step and one steps where journeys begin

D                                 Em7
So just let us be a broke down old cowboys
             G                      D
Just let us dream our worn out old dreams
                       D                Em7
We're tall in our tales where we were so damned much quicker than most
               G                                                       A7    D
And if you had know us then you'd know we're not the type of people who boast

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