Verse 1:
E B E A
"howdy, lem," my grandpa said with his eyes closed
E B E A
wiping the eastbound dust from his sunburned brow
A
a life before doubt.
Chorus:
G A G A
i smell the engine grease and mint the wind is blending
G A D F# G A
under the moan of rotting elm in the silo floor
Verse 2:
E B E A
down a hill of pine tree quills we made our way
E B E A
to the bottom and the ferns where thick moss grows
A
beside a stream.
Chorus:
G A G A
under the rocks are snails and we can fill our pockets
G A D F# G A
and let them go one by one all day in a brand new place
Interlude
E B E A X8 (same pattern as vese just it is played 8 times, not four)
Chorus:
G A G A
You were no ordinary drain on her defenses
G A D F# G
and she was no ordinary girl Oh, Inverted World
