To Chase Away The Birds

G#m F# E D5
G#m F# E B

G#m          F#                   E    D#5
Black crows flying in your wheat field
G#m            F#              E    B
Babies cryin', all you got's a paper shield
G#m      F#                  E    D#5
It don't make much sense to you
G#m         F#m       E  B
Who said it had to?
G#m         F#             E     D#5
Most folks smile away the blues
G#m      F#m             E B
I mean I    I guess they do
G#m               F#m       E
You never really know for sure
                           G#m
But I'm surviving on this hunch that
     F#m                     E     A
everybody   else is hurtin' too

       B
He was crazy
A          G#m
Crazy but able
       C#m                    B
So he excused himself from cleaning up the
F#        A
stable
B            A              G#m
This is the way that horses die
C#m                               B  F#
This is the way you learn to lie-
       E                       F#
By sacrificing the real and forgetting how
 G#m
to feel

                  G#m   F#   E
I loved him like fire
         F#  G#m     F#       E     F#
We both had similar burning desires
 G#m     F#                       E
He kept expecting it all to work out down
F#
here
G#m         F#          E   F#
I just hang on to holy fear

       B
He was crazy
A          G#m
Crazy but able
       C#m                    B
So he excused himself from cleaning up the
F#        A
stable
B            A              G#m
This is the way that horses die
C#m                               B  F#
This is the way you learn to lie-
       E                       F#
By sacrificing the real and forgetting how
 G#m
to feel
A                                   G#7
Now I know how far out I'm getting here
           C#m         B
But it's a dark night walk- the life of
A
fear
 A                             G#7
And I'm trying to choose the words
         C#m   B         A
That'll chase away the birds
       F#        G#m                   C#m
Good God, just hurry up and come down here
A

       B
He was crazy
A          G#m
Crazy but able
       C#m                    B
So he excused himself from cleaning up the
F#        A
stable
B            A              G#m
This is the way that horses die
C#m                               B  F#
This is the way you learn to lie-
       E                       F#
By sacrificing the real and forgetting how
 G#m
to feel

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