[Intro]
Am C Am C
[Verse 1]
Am C
?James K. Brown was an alcoholic man
Am C
Drove his Ford into a white Sudan
G F
He never found what he was looking for
G F
A way to crash into a life full of open doors
C
When they were closed before
[Verse 2]
Am C
Beautiful itch in the kitchen chair
Am C
Breathing in a sharp slice of air
G F
These tragic mishaps happen all the time
G F
Exceeding all the deaths by homicide
C
To people in their prime
[Verse 3]
Am C
Sarah Mae would die within the air
Am C
Withered leaves dark on her yellow flower
G F
Her stories gathered up around her eyes
G F
The only things consistent in her life
C
Bright like fireflies
[Bridge]
Am C
And though it’s hard for us to try and understand
Am C
Maybe tragic mishaps were always in the plan
G F
And when we stumble and we trip into fatality
G F
Maybe we just open our eyes to reality
C
Like waking from a dream