Josh Ritter – Wings (Guitar)

Capo 2
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------------- [Verse]
   Am
At night we crossed the border
Following a black robe to the
Em
Edge of the reservation
To Cataldo Mission where the
Am
Saints and all the martyrs
Look down on dying converts
Em
What makes the water holy she says

                                  F     Am
Is that it's the closest thing to rain
[Verse]
  Am
I stole a mule from Anthony
I helped Anne up upon it
Em
And we rode to Coeur d'Alene
Past Harrison and Wallace
     Am
They were blasting out the tunnles
Making way for the light of learning
Em
When Jesus comes a'calling she said

                                     F     Am
He's coming 'round the mountain on a train
[Chorus]
   C
Yeah.......

             F
Well it's my home

                                C
Last night I dreamt that I grew wings

          G                                     Am
I found a place where they could hear me when I sing
[Verse]
   Am
We floated on to Hanford
On a lumber boat up river
Em
Past fisheries and the milltowns
Like a stretch of future graveyards
    Am
She was driven to distraction
Said I wonder what will happen
Em
When they find out they're mistaken

                                   F      Am
And the land is to changed to ever change
[Verse]
   Am
We waded through the marketplace
Someone's ship had come in
Em
There was silver and begonias
Dynamite and cattle
      Am
There were hearts as big as apples
And apples in the shape of Mary's heart
Em
I said inside this gilded cage

                           F
A songbird always looks so plain
[Chorus]
C
Yeah...

             F
Well it's my home

                                C
Last night I dreamt that I grew wings

          G                                     Am
I found a place where they could hear me when I sing
[Verse]
    Am
And so they came with cameras
Breaking through the morning mist
Em
Press and businessmen, tycoons,
Episcopal philanthropists
     Am
Lost in their appraisal
Of the body of a women
Em
But all we saw were lowlands,

                                  F        Am
Clouds clung to mountains without strings
[Verse]
   Am
At last we saw some people
Huddled up against
Em
The rain that was descending
Like railroad spikes and hammers
     Am
They were headed for the border
Walking and then running
Em
And then they were gone into the fog

                                               F     Am
But Anne said underneath their jackets she saw wings