Gregory Alan Isakov – Silver Bell (Guitar)

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Annabelle, I’ll be gambling till my bones are ‘neath the apple field

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Silver rain makes green every once in a while

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I been lost, lost, at every crossing, I was just drifting cold

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Couldn’t tell ya how many times I was ready to fold

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  Finally found us some good luck, let’s see if it lasts

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Cold, cold, every shoulder, still I learned to lean and freeze

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Your roaring smile campfire lit up the trees

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Aw, my gal, she’s a silver bell, she pulls straight from the loam

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Just a kiss from your lips and I’m ready to go

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  Finally found us some good luck, let’s see if it lasts

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  Swing high, swing low, come to carry

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  We’re here on the ground

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But I swear it’s heaven