Colter Wall - Little songs

^AThere's an old man in the foothills And if he ain't ^Ddead, he's living there ^Astill ^ALoved them little cuttin' horses ^EAll his life That's a ^Dhigh-dollar habit He don't ^Amind, he's fi^Dnanced it Building ^Asongs ^E And losing ^Awives

You won't get ^Dmuch on mountain ^Etime Except ^Aolder ^Eand a thicker ^Dhide You got to ^Afill the big empt^F#my With little ^Esongs

There's a ^Alady on the highline She's fighting ^Ddrought and her own ^Amind ^ADay by day, she's been losing ^ETo the wind 'Cause be^Dtween the price of feed And the ^Amoisture she don't ^Dsee A ^Agal considers selling ^Eout Or pitting ^Ain

You might not ^Dsee a soul for ^Edays On them ^Ahigh and lonesome ^Dplains You got to ^Afill the big empt^F#my With little ^Esongs You got to ^Afill ^Ethe big empty With little ^Asong^Es ^A

^AYou got to fill ^Ethe big empty With little ^Asongs