c g
steering the plow, dirt and worms
f c
sun blistering, brow of sweat
g f
swarms of flies, swatted by the tail
c g
day took it's blood, the night's a' coming
f g c
rocks and stones and boulders
if she would just let me hold her
we could keep growing older
g f c
ohhhh, at the red hour
one blade runner, leather straps
wallowing legs, aching back
at the red hour, the evening light
clouds illuminate, the night's a' coming
