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Wings
By Josh Ritter
Chords by Matt Rowley

Capo 2nd

picking scheme:
pretty much a travis-style picking

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Intro: Am..

Am
at night we crossed the border following a Black robe
Em
to the edge of the reservation--to Cataldo Mission
Am
where the saints and all the martyrs look down on dying converts
Em F
what makes the water holy, she says, is that it's the closest thing to rain

Am
I stole a mule from Anthony--I helped Anne up upon it
Em
and we rode to Coeur d'Alene--through Harrison and Wallace
Am
they were blasting out the tunnels--making way for the light of learning
Em F C
when Jesus comes a'calling, she said, he's coming 'roung the mountain on a train

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

Am
we floated on to Hanford on a lumber boat up river
Em
past the fisheries and milltowns like a stretch of future graveyards
Am
she was driven to distraction--said, I wonder what will happen
Em F
when they find out they're mistaken and the land is too changed to ever change

Am
we waded through the marketplace--someone's ship had come in
Em
there was silver and begonias--dynamite and cattle
Am Em
there were hearts as big as apples and apples in the shape of Mary's heart

F C
I said, inside this gilded cage a songbird always looks so plain

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

**Am-descending-bass-run, see below

Am
and so they came with cameras--breaking through the morning mist
Em
press and businessmen--tycoons--Episcopal philanthropists
Am
lost in their appraisal of the body of a woman
Em F
but all we saw were lowlands--clouds clung to mountains without strings

Am
and at last we saw some people...
Am
and at last we saw some people huddled up against
Em
the rain that was descending like railroad spikes and hammers
Am
they were headed for the border--walking and then running
Em F
then they were gone into the fog but Anne said underneath the jackets she saw wings.

Am....

*Am descending bassline run:

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