Standard (EADGBE)

There was the faintest sliver of the moon

 At two o'clock this afternoon

 Well you and me, we share the same one

 We're out there battling the sun

 Knockin chips with a five piece stick off a dull gray rock

 But nothin's getting done

 Don't it seem, don't it seem like nothin ever gets done

They can call us hicks,

 we got your smile just wide enough to

lodge between the bricks of some small history, yeah

Some can throw a switch and it can sell you some half-truths

 So lie and tell me you miss me

Yeah tell me you miss me, yeah

The rails we ride were always built

 On someone else's shoulders

 Well and the river rides smooth

 over hond yallow boulders

 You might hear the sound of what you love fading out to nothing

 A strip of pink on the horizon

But what you love will always smolder

The thing you love will always smolder

I think what you love will always smolder

The thing you love will always smolder

They can call us hicks,

 we got your smile just wide enough to

lodge between the bricks of some small history, yeah

Some can throw a switch and it can sell you some half-truths

 So lie and tell me you miss me

Yeah tell me you miss me, yeah

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