Indigo Girls – Able To Sing (Guitar)

            G     A                Bm  A G
I went to a wedding, I brought a song

     G                           A                D
I folded it up like a list of thanks at a Praisathon

              G      A                    Bm  A  G
The bride was Snow White, the groom was strong

   G                         A      D
Trailers as endless as the day is long

               G         A            D   Dsus2 Bm
Some days are fairy tales, some days belie

                      E                    C#m
The four and twenty black birds baked in a pie

                      G        A                D Dsus2 Bm
Could open up their sweet throats to serenade a king

                 C          G                      G      A    Bm  D  G
That's a lot of heat to take and still be able to sing, sing, sing

                       G     A                Bm  A G
It's not been proven hard to bring unending start

                   G            A         Bm  A G
And even easier to die from a broken heart

                     G     A                  Bm  A G
Oh, was a blind force trauma from the fireworks

         G                               A      D
That someone is celebrating while another gets hurt

               G         A            D   Dsus2 Bm
Some days are fairy tales, some days belie

                      E                    C#m
The four and twenty black birds baked in a pie

                      G        A                D Dsus2 Bm
Could open up their sweet throats to serenade a king

                 C          G                      G      A    Bm  D  G
That's a lot of heat to take and still be able to sing, sing, sing

                 A
Still I see them in the night

                      B
With their blood red wings alike

                        C#m
While the rocket's red glare

                          B
Gives proof through the night

                     C
If some things not right

                 A
Some things not right

                G    A               Bm   A G
In the book of Steven there is no prophecy

                     G        A                           D
'Cause there was no need for God in the way things came to be

                G    A               Bm   A G
Some live by faith, some live by proof

                            G               A                 D
They don't meet up on a friendly road or live under the same roof

               G         A            D   Dsus2 Bm
Some days are fairy tales, some days belie

                      E                    C#m
The four and twenty black birds baked in a pie

                      G        A                D Dsus2 Bm
Could open up their sweet throats to serenade a king

                 C          G                      G      A    Bm  D  G
That's a lot of heat to take and still be able to sing, sing, sing

G                   A              Bm
And the birds fall hard like black rain

G                   A              Bm
Jerking the earth with a portent stain

G                   A              Bm
Beat like drums, they beat like a wings

G  A  A  G  G  A  A  G
Sing, sing, sing, sing

G     A     Bm
Sing, sing, sing