Bur Oak Cifras

[Verse 1]
    Cm7           Gdim/Bb           Fm6
The room calls to me, says we're all strung out
         Ab           G7            Cm7
(And the beat we both stomp on the floor)
      Eb          C7                 Fm
While outside the leopard frogs sing sweetly
              Ab         G7           Cm7
These are the hymns that today we've ignored
    Cm7            Ab          Cm7           Ab
And all across the desert, and all up in the mountains:
  Cm7               Bb7             Ab      Bb9
A wind so loud that we might never mention
 
[Verse 2]
    Cm7         Gdim/Bb   Fm6
And heres to my lovers hands and feet
             Ab              G7                Cm7
They are the roots that will weave through the floor
    Eb          C7           Fm6
And down in the dirt, in her wandering
         Ab               G7                 Cm7
Find the snail to give us breath, to give us words
   Cm7             Ab           Cm7             Ab
He asks us for our patience, he asks us for our patience
       Cm7          Bb7                  Ab           Bb9
And he asks us what we have done for our souls lately
 
[Chorus]
Eb          Ab            Fm              Eb            Ab
Down by the bur oak tree, I had lost your locket in the loam
Eb                   Ab               Fm           Eb           Ab
And there fell to my knees, neath the coil and the brush of the fern
 
[instrumental]
Cm9 G Bb Bb7
 
[Verse 3]
    Cm7           Gdim/Bb    Fm6
The candles light dances across the table
         Ab          G7        Cm7
And will burn at the tip of my pen
    Eb            C7      Fm6
And lures all the moths into the kitchen
        Ab             G7                 Cm7
To spin tales and bend truths through the evening
    Cm7                   Ab          Cm7                   Ab
And scribe for them their stories; we scribe for them their stories
           Cm7         Bb7                   Ab         Bb9
While they wax and wax of their lives in the country
 
[Chorus]
Eb          Ab            Fm              Eb            Ab
Down by the bur oak tree, I had lost your locket in the loam
Eb                   Ab               Fm           Eb           Ab
And there fell to my knees, neath the coil and the brush of the fern
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