Tom: E
C
We'd feel much better if we sunk this treasure
Am G
And laid our armor down
F
These precious metals and these captain's letters
C G
They are no use to us now
C
In the day we struggle with fatigue much greater
Am G
Than any offer was
F
We bow down and worship these bandits and cowboys
C G
Unable to hold their own guns
F
I know that soldiers are not paid to think
C G F
But something is making us sick
C
Onward and steady
G
Able and young
F G C
In the valley of the low, low sun
In the shade we wander along a highway's shoulder
Into the back of beyond
Burning the daylight into a pastime
That's too wise to come more than once
It's boom boom thunder ain't no sleep coming
Out mining a slippery world
Of snow covered beaches and junkyards of diesel
And bombers named after girls
On bridges of black ice not built for the rush
There's a new kind of beast getting up
That's stranger than fiction
Speaking in tongue
In the valley of the low, low sun
C Em
Hold on for the slow turning
F G
Smoke if you've got 'em boys
Em7
This is bottom hiding out
Am
Down under the stairs
G
Tomorrow has come
G/G#*
Like it's drunk on the blood
Am F
Of the men who have dared to be there
(C G F C G)
The earth's still climbing as it keeps on grinding
Its way up around the sun
As cool water crashes down to the masses
Bootlegged and bottled like rum
My dreams are humble, lean as arrows
Streetwise, ready, and fair
As we bum rush the ages tied to the rails
On high seas not fit to be sailed
Whatever we've taken does feel like heaven
But baby, we just look like hell
Act like you mean it where paradise was
In the valley of the low, low sun
Act like you mean it where paradise was
In the valley of the low, low sun
(C F G)
