Waxahatchee – Arkadelphia (Guitar)

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I lose my grip

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I drive out far

E
  Past fireworks at

    A
the old trailer park

    A
And folding chairs

 D
American flags

E
  Selling tomatoes at

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five bucks a bag

     A
When she was young

         D
she kept to herself

E
  Now she regrets sending

A
me straight to Hell

    A
She kissed my cheek

    D
she touched my skin

        E
She said you're just as

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stupid as I was back then

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If I burn out like a lighbulb

           A
They'll say she wasn't

               D
meant for that life

D
  They'll put it all in

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a capsule and save it

      D         E
for a dark night

     A
When we were kids

     D
free as the air

    E
With a violence craving

   A
to turn up somewhere

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A tap dancer a memorized

      E
number An avalanche of

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the deep red clay earth

     A
When it got bad

    D
Arkadelphia Road

E
  I couldn't cry

       A
I just pick up the load

    A
And feign a strength

       D
try to force your hand

   E
But you leave a promise

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wherever it may land

      D
If you get real close

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to the ending

      A
I hope you know I

           D
did what I could

D
  We try to give

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it all meaning

A
  Glorify the grain

       D
of the wood

        E
Tell ourselves what's

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beautiful and good

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I hold on tight

     D
come in from far

E
  I watch the baby run

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around the yard

    A
Get lonely for what

     D
I'll never know

E
  Losing the thread of

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a story overtold

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If we luck out

     D
free as the air

    E
With an unrest craving

    A
to spill everywhere

      A
We'll weigh what's good

    D
and get real old

E
  Keep driving straight

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searching for a heart of gold

     D
If we make pleasant

      E
conversation

      A
I hope you can't see

                  D
what's burning in me

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  To see a slip as a failure

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  A balance I couldn't keep

              E
You count the rings for

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truth you'll never cheat