Cottonmouth

C                  Am7   A  D
We tell of all our oxbows
D                  C
without yielding a word
C                  Am7     A              D  G   Em   F
and foster them to willing eyes that look up and then down, down.
F                       D              D7
Who says the nights are black enough
G                         A
without whiskey, beer and wine?
Bb                  F         A
Who doubt the world we come from,
A G A D Db G Bm
Db7          F#m    A         G   E
Who said the summer nights go missing

E        A
I'll declare:
A            F#m        E              Db7
I'll raise a glass high, no, you'll no longer be there.
D              A        F#m               E
So, this is on my time, I'll breathe the sweetest air,
Db7             D     A
I'll chance the bright light.
A              F#m               E
To that which falls on deaf ears,
A                 Dbm7   D
I'll hold my head high.
Dm A

C                  A           D                   C
The gaming and the modest talk will end inside the van,
C                         A
where floodgates open and drown the cause down, down, down.
D G Em
F                D        D7
These drunken impediments
G         A   Bb           G               A G A
will fall out of six dusty cottonmouths
Db7              F#m    D        G    E
     and so, the summer nights go missing

E      A
I'll declare:
A            F#m        D              Db7
I'll hold my head high; no, you'll no longer be there
D             A        F#m              E
So this is on my time, I'll breathe the sweetest air
Db7         D     A
I'll cast a blind eye
A             F#m                 E            Db7
To that which falls on deaf ears, I'll hold my head high
D Dm A G D A

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