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Red Hour

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







The Long Waters

  Yacht rock.  Wavy, salty, and blue.  Whitecaps losing to the wind, ocean spray.  Ignore the sharks.  Ignore the sunburn. Fish dinners and ...