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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







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