Buffalo Tom - Dry land

^GShe comes to ^Dme ^Fmaj7In her prewashed bright blue ^Cjeans ^GBag sewn tigh^Dtly ^Fmaj7Pursed lips are kissing ^Cme ^GBack up to colle^Dge ^Fmaj7Just a few miles down the ^Droad ^GAnd we remembe^Dr ^Fmaj7Something we've never been ^Ctold ^AmCome up on dry la^Dnd I've had too much to d^Amrink I'm tired and need some ^Dsleep ^C

^GCome Septembe^Dr ^Fmaj7Cold mornings open up ^{C G}Make incision^Ds ^Fmaj7And cut egos will erupt ^{C G}What did you ^Dfind ^Fmaj7Hidden in your mind's de^Cep recess ^GWhen the goin^Dg gets tough ^Fmaj7You and I must take a re^Cst ^AmCome up on dry la^Dnd Your coming into your ^Amown But hey that's not my fa^Dult ^C

^GCom^De u^Fp o^Cn to this dry land ^GWon^D't ^Fyou^C let me lend a hand ^GCom^De u^Fp o^Cn to this dry land

^GAnd when I su^Drfaced ^Fmaj7Mountains opened up like^C fish ^GBreathe throu^Dgh gills now ^Fmaj7And I'm making one small^C wish ^GWith heaven b^Deside me ^Fmaj7There is no one can do m^Ce harm ^GBut the devil^D inside me ^Fmaj7At least then I can stay^C warm ^AmCome up on dry la^Dnd She understood her fat^Ame You can't take stands^D Too l^Cate

^GCom^De u^Fp o^Cn to this dry land ^GWon^D't ^Fyou^C let me lend a hand ^GCom^De u^Fp o^Cn to this dry land