Misc Originals – Daniel Bailey - The Sun In The Fall (Guitar)

   G                           C
He wasn't quite twenty when he needed some money,

    D                      C
And went to go work in the dark.

   G                          C
He punched in a nine, decades putting in time

      Em         D7          G
For a wife and a house and a heart.

    G                           C
For thirty long years he chased cash, not career

          D                 C
'Till it finally got to his head.

   G                                 C
He punched out that night with those red and white lights

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Saying, "boy, you should really be dead."

    Em              C             G
His hands they were rough and his face it was long,

       Em            C          D
He was cool like the sun in the fall,

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He used a bottle of whiskey to put on his face,

         C             D          G
And when asked he said nothing at all.

G                       C
Idling felt heavy so he bought an old Chevy,

  D                     C
A seventy-six Bronco in red.

      G                          C
"if I can't do my time with this busted up spine,

          Em              D7            G
Then I'll bring this girl back from the dead.

G                                C
He thundered and dinned 'till it looked like the twin

       D                         C
Of his daddy's truck back in the day,

        G                              C
And the dirt on his cheeks was usually streaked

         Em           D7          G
While he worked a few more months away.

    Em              C             G
His hands they were rough and his face it was long,

       Em            C          D
He was cool like the sun in the fall,

          Em        C          G     G/F# Em
He used a bottle of whiskey to put on his face,

         C             D          G
And when asked he said nothing at all.

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He's a long way away from his vision, the work and the prison

         D
Where he felt he belonged.

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It's a long way back into health, but he flatters himself

         D
That his bootstraps are strong.

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It's a long way out of the bottle, and it hurts him to know

        D
That he doesn't have long.

     G                      C
The season has come for his brood to come home

        D                     C
To fill quiet and bellies and beds,

   G                           C
He takes down his glass and he pulls off a cap

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For the pain in his neck heart and head

   G                       C
He pauses mid-sip with the dose at his lips

       D                          C
And he looks 'round and feels far away.

      G                             C
Some day he'll choose different, to live for himself,

         Em        D7     G
But it's not gonna happen today.

    Em              C             G
His hands they were rough and his face it was long,

       Em            C          D
He was cool like the sun in the fall,

          Em        C          G     G/F# Em
He used a bottle of whiskey to put on his face,

         C             D          G
And when asked he said nothing at all.