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-Wings-
-Josh Ritter-
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Capo 2

   Am
At night we crossed the border

Following a black robe to the
Em
Edge of the reservation

To Cataldo Mission where the
Am
Saints and all the martyrs

Look down on dying converts
Em
What makes the water holy she says
                                  F     Am
Is that it's the closest thing to rain

I stole a mule from Anthony
I helped Anne up upon it
And we rode to Coeur d'Alene
Through Harrison and Wallace
They were blasting out the tunnles
Making way for the light of learning
When Jesus comes a'calling she said
He's coming 'round the mountain on a train

   C  
Yeah.......
             F
Well it's my home
                                C
Last night I dreamt that I grew wings
          G                                     Am
I found a place where they could hear me when I sing

We floated on to Hanford
On a lumber boat up river
Past fisheries and the milltowns
Like a stretch of future graveyards
She was driven to distraction
Said I wonder what will happen
When they find out they're mistaken
And the land is to changed to ever change

We waded through the marketplace
Someone's ship had come in
There was silver and begonias
Dynamite and cattle
There were hearts as big as apples
And apples in the shape of Mary's heart
I said inside this gilded cage
A songbird always looks so plain

Yeah.......
Well it's my home
Last night I dreamt that I grew wings
I found a place where they could hear me when I sing

And so they came with cameras
Breaking through the morning mist
Press and buisnessmnen, tycoons,
Episcipol phianthropists
Lost in their appraisal 
Of the body of a women
But all we saw were lowlands,
Clouds clung to mountains without strings

At last we saw some people
Huddled up against
The rain that was descending 
Like railroad spikes and hammers
They were headed for the border
Walking and then running
And then they were gone into the fog
But Anne said underneath their jackets she saw wings






            
            
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