Sparklehorse – Morning Hollow (Ukulele)

       C              F
in the silver morning hollow

        F             C
trembling and getting old

         C            F
smelling burnt oil of heaven

          F                 C
about ten years, too big to hold

               F         F               C
she don't get up when I come into the room

           F               F          C
she don't run through the fields anymore

        C                F
built a fire in the kitchen

        F           C
made her bed by a stove

      C            F
took a walk to the graveyard

        F               C
but she didn't want to go

           F              F           C
she don't worry all them murders of crows

     F                 F            C
even though they was always out of reach

               F         F               C
she don't get up when I come into the room

           F               F          C
she don't run through the fields anymore