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DPictures of the farm before us
AmOld men in a gospel Chorus
EmSepia and saddle horses
DEasy on the reins
DEighty-one, a motor-inn
AmYour momma's seventeen again
She's Emsquinting at at the dusty wind
DThe anger of the plains
DDmDsus2DmGAmGCDDsus2D
DYou and i were almost nothing
AmPray to God the gods were bluffing
EmSeventeen ain't old enough to rDeason with the pain
DHow could we expect the two to Amstay in love,
When neither knew the Emmeaning of
The difference between Dsacred and profane?
C9I was riding on my mGother's hip
She was shorter than the Dcorn Dsus4 D Dsus2 D
C9And all the years I Gtook from her
Just by being Aborn C9
DDmDsus2DmGAmGCDDsus2D
DDmDsus2DmGAmGCDDsus2D
DI didn't mean to break the cycle
AmAt seventeen, I went by Michael
EmNo one ever called me by my Down name anyway
DFive full generations living
AmAll these expectations giving Emway to one
So late to have a bDaby on the way
C9You were riding on your Gmother's hip
She was shorter than the Dcorn Dsus4 D Dsus2 D
C9And all the years you tGook from her
Just by being AbornC9
DAm
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