: F#
B
Sold my cold knot
Abm F#
A heavy stone
B Abm F#
Sold my red horse for a venture home
To vanish on the bow --
E
Settling slow
Abm
Fit it all, fit it in the doldrums
(Or so the story goes)
E
Color the era
Abm
Film it's historical
B
My mile could not
Abm F#
Pump the plumb
B Abm F#
In my arbor 'till my ardor trumped
every inner inertia
E
Lump sum
All at once
Abm
Rushing from the sub-pump
(Or so the story goes)
E
Balance we won't know
Abm
We will see when it gets warm
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Enjoy :
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