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Augie March – The Cold Acre
Capo 2
Standard Tuning
INTRO (on piano)
Fmaj7 Em
e|---------|---------|
B|-----1---|-----0---|
G|---2---2-|---0---0-|(repeat x2)
D|-3-------|-2-------|
A|---------|---------|
E|---------|---------|
Fmaj7-Em (repeat x2)
Fmaj7 Em
There's a place I've been told, and when I grow old I may go there,
Fmaj7 Em
I've been told that my family's bones may lie under the snow there,
C Em
And with my little bag, and with my little dog,
F G
Who sleeps on my chest when he can't find a hole in a log,
Em Fmaj7
And when I go, my dog will know
to leave his old fellow and find a new pillow,
G
far from the chill of the cold acre.
Fmaj7|Em
Fmaj7
Now there's a Hillydale here and a Lilydale there
Em Fmaj7
where there's joy in the living, in voices that ring in the air
Em C
I'd stay there but sooner or later I'd have to go,
Em
where I don't know,
F G
but when a dog knows it's on him he doesn't ask why he just goes,
Em F
And when I go my bones will know,
to pick up and follow the wagon that rolls
G
on the cold acre...
C
My heart is a cold acre,
Em
in my chest is a cold acre,
F
I don't grow any good anymore though
G
I've seeded my soul with
all kinds of love, that it aches so...
Fmaj7-Em (repeat x2)
SOLO
C-Em-F-G-Em-F--G-
Fmaj7 Em
Though I wake from them mouthing they leave me not able to talk,
Fmaj7 Em
These dreams are not nightmares but realms I've been choosing to walk,
C Em
With my little bag, and with my little dog,
F G
Who rests on my stomach and barks at the oncoming fog,
Em F
O but when I go, with my lot in tow,
Like a vampire carry my piece of the earth
G
from the place of my death to the plots of my birth...
C
My heart is a cold acre,
Em
in my chest is a cold acre,
F
I don't grow any good anymore though
G
I've seeded my soul with all kinds of love
C
that don't grow in a cold acre,
Em
nothing grows in a cold acre,
F G
I don't know any good anymore from the bad
except there's one that you have and one that you had,
Em F
O grow, grow, grow, grow, grow,
G
And plant me in the only place I know,
That's the Cold Acre.
Fmaj7-Em (repeat x8)
