Tom: F#m A E*E i've got you D A*A you've got whatever's left of me to get. A E*E our conversations are like minefields D A*A no one's found a safeway through one yet A E*E i spend alot of money D A*A i buy you white gold A E*E we raise up a little roof D E against the cold... A D on southwood plantation road A D where at night the stars flow like milk across the sky A E*E where the high wires drop(?) A D Dm A E D A where the fat crows fly