Bb - Eb - F
Bb
I'm waiting for the sun to rise
Eb F
So I can find my way back to Texas
Bb
But oh it's still dark outside
Eb F
Cuz I can taste the fire on my lips
Bb Eb F
And so I say to lord I'm so tired of this mess
Bb
But this nation still burns at night
Eb F
Our ribs the coal of progress
Eb F Eb
So hey get away from here old ghost
F Eb
We don't like your kind soldier
F
Defend this land and fight
Bb
The fields of corn they turn to dust
Eb F
Said the cross-eyed boy from Pawnee
Bb
The old machines are laid to rest
Eb F
New England stars they're lovely
Bb
And so I say to him boy
Eb F
Have you seen men in these parts
Bb
Hey hey yeah yeah
Eb F
Black gold swims under the dirt
Eb F Eb
So hey get away from here old ghost
F Eb
We don't like your kind soldier
F
Defend this land and fight
Bb
Bb Eb
Oh oh oh
Bb
Hey hey
Yeah yeah
Hey hey
Eb
Hey oh
Bb Eb F