Wings by Josh Ritter
capo 2nd
all chords relative to capo
Travis style picking scheme
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For the intro just repeat Am a few times
Am
at night we crossed the border following a Black robe
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to the edge of the reservation to Cataldo Mission
Am
where the saints and all the martyrs look down on dying converts
Em F
what makes the water holy, she says, is that it's the closest thing to rain
Am
I stole a mule from Anthony I helped Anne up upon it
Em
and we rode to Coeur d'Alene past Harrison and Wallace
Am
they were blasting out the tunnels making way for the light of learning
Em
when Jesus comes a'calling, she said, he's coming 'round the mountain on a
F C
train
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it's my home last night I dreamt that I grew wings
G Am
I found a place where they could hear me when I sing
Am
we floated on to Hanford on a lumber boat up river
Em
past the fisheries and milltowns like a stretch of future graveyards
Am
she was driven to distraction said, I wonder what will happen
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when they find out they're mistaken and the land is too changed to ever
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change
Am
we waded through the marketplace someone's ship had come in
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there was silver and begonias dynamite and cattle
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there were hearts as big as apples and apples in the shape of Mary's heart
I said, inside this gilded cage a songbird always looks so
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plain
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it's my home last night I dreamt that I grew wings
G Am
I found a place where they could hear me when I sing
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Am
and so they came with cameras breaking through the morning mist
Em
press and businessmen tycoons Episcopal philanthropists
Am
lost in their appraisal of the body of a woman
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but all we saw were lowlands clouds clung to mountains without strings
Am
at last we saw some people
Am
at last we saw some people
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at last we saw some people huddled up against
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the rain that was descending like railroad spikes and hammers
Am
they were headed for the border walking and then running
Em
then they were gone into the fog but Anne said underneath the jackets she
F
saw wings.
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