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Tom: Em

Em     Bm      A
Unruly type of sun, 

Em      Bm       A
willing to spare no one

Em       Bm               A
From the plains up to the peaks

     Em              Bm             A
This heat's stealing faith from the weak

           Em      Bm       A
Amidst the burning breeze

         Em                    Bm      A
from the ground up through the trees

           Em       Bm      A
I hear the birds complain 

          Em          Bm      A
about the lack of the rain

A                     Em     Bm    A
And it's not the same life

         Em               Bm       A
here the morning's like a knife

        Em                Bm       A
and the river's been bone dry

          Em                 Bm    A
where the day is not fond of light

Glory to the night
Shade has been hard to find
From the plains up to the peaks
This heat's stealing faith from the weak

Amidst the burning breeze
From the ground up through the trees
I hear the birds complain about the lack of the rain

Em                   C 
It's bearing down on me

Em               C 
no clouds in the sky

Em                         C 
I hear the pines crack and cry

Em                    C 
"There's no reason to try."

And it's not the same life
here the morning's like a knife
and the river's been bone dry
where the day is not fond of light.

It's bearing down on me
no clouds in the sky
I hear the pines crack and cry
"There's no reason to try."