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Hippie Dribble
Guest
1997. Richard Buckner.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=brOdv_kqS3g
(C)Though I may be miles a(F)way from her(Am)
(C)With years that pass with(Gout a word(F)
(C)I've never seen a (F)moon so high(Am)
(C)Her name hangs down from (G)there tonight(F)
(C)So put your little (F)hand away(Am)
(C)I've seen such needy (G)days before(F)
(C)On nights like this my (F)hope returns(Am)
(C)Though I may be miles a(G)way from her(F)
(Am)A locket just for (F)good luck
A pocket knife for (C)long nights
And a sleepy little (G)dreamer
With still miles to go...
(C)27 (F)take me home(Am)
(C)And pour that last year (G)down my throat(F)
(C)Yeah, the days'll fade (F)and the nights'll (Am)burn
(C)Though I may be miles a(G)way from (F)her
instrumental: (Am)(F)(C)(G)
(Am)Well I see her in the(F) doorway
Staring a hole (C)through it all:
The first of many fits and the (G)last one was
Man, the last one was...
(C)So check your lock and (F)close your eyes(Am)
(C)When you wake up I'll (G)be alright(F)
(C)Never tell them (F)where it hurts(Am)
(C)And keep your bullet (G)safe inside(F)
(C)Now the wind has wept and the (F)sky is slurred(Am)
(C)And we slept through the (G)sunrise(F), too...
(C)And I'm dreaming still, (F)of who we (Am)were
(C)Though I may be miles a(G)way from her(F)(Am)
recorded at home tonight on a mya moe walnut tenor ukulele. thanks much for watching.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=brOdv_kqS3g
(C)Though I may be miles a(F)way from her(Am)
(C)With years that pass with(Gout a word(F)
(C)I've never seen a (F)moon so high(Am)
(C)Her name hangs down from (G)there tonight(F)
(C)So put your little (F)hand away(Am)
(C)I've seen such needy (G)days before(F)
(C)On nights like this my (F)hope returns(Am)
(C)Though I may be miles a(G)way from her(F)
(Am)A locket just for (F)good luck
A pocket knife for (C)long nights
And a sleepy little (G)dreamer
With still miles to go...
(C)27 (F)take me home(Am)
(C)And pour that last year (G)down my throat(F)
(C)Yeah, the days'll fade (F)and the nights'll (Am)burn
(C)Though I may be miles a(G)way from (F)her
instrumental: (Am)(F)(C)(G)
(Am)Well I see her in the(F) doorway
Staring a hole (C)through it all:
The first of many fits and the (G)last one was
Man, the last one was...
(C)So check your lock and (F)close your eyes(Am)
(C)When you wake up I'll (G)be alright(F)
(C)Never tell them (F)where it hurts(Am)
(C)And keep your bullet (G)safe inside(F)
(C)Now the wind has wept and the (F)sky is slurred(Am)
(C)And we slept through the (G)sunrise(F), too...
(C)And I'm dreaming still, (F)of who we (Am)were
(C)Though I may be miles a(G)way from her(F)(Am)
recorded at home tonight on a mya moe walnut tenor ukulele. thanks much for watching.