Tom: Db
[Primeira Parte]
D Bm
We wiped out all the buffalo around the turn of the last century
G
And so it's factories and sawgrass, wheat fields and asphalt laid
A
In front of me
D
The midwest feels like a hollow place that we filled with love and
Bm
Industry
G
And we're staring at the frozen ground in Goodwill suits
A
Silent as the pastor reads the eulogy
G A Bm A G
Well I, I wanted to see just a little bit of everything
A
Let me be
[Refrão]
D G Bm
Two blackbirds on a highway sign are laughing at me at four in the
A
Morning
D G
They played the war drum out of time
Bm A
So I'm not sure where I've been marching
Bm D G
I want to be strong, but it's not easy anymore
D A G
I'm hoping I'm wrong
[Segunda Parte]
D Bm
It's sixteen hours straight to home from the heart of north Missouri
G
And so I search through my great-grandpa's memoirs
A
For the devil in my bloodstream
D Bm
Depression grabbed his throat and choked the life out of him slowly
G
I got the same blood coursing through my veins
A
It'll come for me eventually
[Terceira Parte]
D
I bet I'd be a fucking coward
Bm
I bet I'd never have the guts for war
G
Cause I can't spend another month away from here
A
These frantic rest stop phone calls don't get answered anymore
G A Bm A G
But I, I wanted to know if I could please come home
A
So let me know
[Refrão]
D G Bm
Two blackbirds on a highway sign are laughing at me at four in the
A
Morning
D G
They played the war drum out of time
Bm A
So I'm not sure where I've been marching
Bm D G
I want to be strong, but it's not easy anymore
D A G
I'm hoping I'm wrong
I'm hoping I'm wrong
[Ponte]
D A G
I know how it feels to be at war with a world that never loved me
D A G
I know how it feels to be at war with a world that never loved me
[Refrão]
D G Bm
Two blackbirds on a highway sign are laughing at me at four in the
A
Morning
D G
They played the war drum out of time
Bm A
So I'm not sure where I've been marching
Bm D G
I want to be strong, but it's not easy anymore
