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We wiped out all the Buffalo
A#m
Around the turn of the last century,
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And so it's factories and sawgrass,
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Wheat fields and asphalt laid in front of me.
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The Midwest feels like a hollow place
A#m
That we filled with love and industry.
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And we're staring at the frozen ground in Goodwill suits,
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Silent as the pastor reads the eulogy.
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Well I wanted to see just a little bit of everything.
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Let me be.
C# F#
Two blackbirds on a highway sign
A#m G#
Are laughing at me at four in the morning.
C# F#
They played the war drum out of time
A#m G#
So I'm not sure where I've been marching.
A#m F#
I wanna be strong, but it's not easy anymore.
C# G# F#
I'm hoping I'm wrong.
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It's sixteen hours straight to home
A#m
From the heart of North Missouri,
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And so I searched through my great-grandpop's memoirs
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For the devil in my bloodstream.
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Depression grabbed his throat
A#m
And choked the life out of him slowly.
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I've got the same blood coursing through my veins
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And it'll come for me eventually.
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I bet I'd be a fucking coward.
A#m
I bet I'd never have the guts for war,
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'Cause I can't spend another month away from here.
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These frantic rest stop phone calls don't get answered anymore.
F# G# A#m G# F#
But I, I wanted to know if I could please come home.
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So let me know.
C# F#
Two blackbirds on a highway sign
A#m G#
Are laughing at me at four in the morning.
C# F#
They played the war drum out of time
A#m G#
So I'm not sure where I've been marching.
A#m C# F#
I wanna be strong, but it's not easy anymore.
C# G# F#
I'm hoping I'm wrong.
C# G# F#
I'm hoping I'm wrong.
C# G# F#
C# F#
Two blackbirds on a highway sign
A#m G#
Are laughing at me at four in the morning
C# F#
They played the war drum out of time
A#m G#
So I'm not sure where I've been marching.
A#m C# F#
I wanna be strong.
C# G# F#
I wanna be strong, but it's not easy anymore.