Misc Originals – Bruce Green - Sweet Summer Past (Guitar)

C              D        E
Ridin o'er the dry, hot plains

C         D          E
Heat wave trippin my brains

C       D           E
Hungry, thirsty and tired

C         D         E
Tryin to escape her name

F                 E
Horses are gettin weak

F         E
Throats too dry to speak

C                      E
Brothers in this world alone

C                   E
Desperate and on our own

C           D    E
Left her in Arkansas

C            D      E
Cryin to her ma and pa

C            D    E
She couldn't understand

C            D     E
Why I had to go so far

F                E
After the war, I had the urge to go

F                E
Chase the Pawnee and the buffalo

C                 E
Across a desolate land

C                         E
I drift above the burning sand

A               D
I look back, on happier times

Bm               A
When I held, her precious hand in mine

A                       D
Layin in the shade of a sycamore tree

Bm                   A                       A
She kissed my cheek, swore that she loved me.

C        D                 E
We we're hunters, now we're prey

C           D      E
Run for the hills, try to get away

C         D                  E
Winter is breathing down our necks

C         D          E
We've got nowhere to stay

F                  E
Snow may cover our path

F                    E
Salvation from bloody wrath

C                      E
Camped below a granite dome

C                        E
Longing for the warmth of home

C        D          E
Weve got nothing to eat

C       D       E
I can't feel my feet

C         D           E
Buried in snow and despair

C    D         E
I surrender to sleep

F                E
Now I'm travelin home

F                 E
No more desire to roam

C                      E
My destination is your eyes

C                   E
And I see them as I die

A              D
I look back on happier times

Bm              A
When I held her precious hand in mine

A                       D
Layin in the shade of a sycamore tree

Bm                   A
She kissed my cheek, swore that she loved me