Don Henley - Talking to the moon

When the ^Ghot September ^D/F#sun down in ^Em7Texas, ^G has ^Csucked the streams bone ^Ddry, and ^Dturned the ^Croads to ^Gdust, In the ^Gsleepy little ^D/F#towns down in T^Em7exas ^G The ^Cshades are all pulled ^Ddown, the ^Dstreets are ^Call rolled ^Gup ^F

And the only ^Cthing that breaks the ^Dsilence, Are the ^Gtrucks a ^D/F#passing ^Emby and ^Clate at night on the ^Dfront porch swing you can ^Dhear a ^Cmournful ^Gsigh.^D

And the lonesome ^GWhipowill^D/F# cries to the ^Em7stars above ^G He was ^Ccalling out ^Gfor his ^Amlady love, She's been ^D/F#gone so long. ^{C Em7 Am G D}

I was just ^Gtalking to the ^D/F#moon... Em7 G C Bm Am (Am C Bm) Hopin' someday soon that I'd be over... The ^Dmemory of ^Cyou^{Em Am} Too hard to ^Ghold, ^D

And the ^B7wind across the ^Emplains, is Is ^B7all that now ^Emremains, you know the ^A7night shakes loose the ^Bmnames, but they ^Emnever quite go ^Aback the way they ^Amcame ^D

So ^Ggoodbye, rode^Go it's a ^Glong, funny way for a man to ^Ggo, and ^Emnever change, ^A never change at ^Dall

I was just^G talking to the^D/F# moon... Em7 G C Bm Am (Am C Bm) Hopin' someday soon that I'd be over... The ^Dmemory of ^Cyou^{Em Am} Too hard to ^Ghold on^D I was just^G talking to the^D/F# moon... Em7 G C Bm Am (Am C Bm) Hopin' someday soon that I'd be over... The ^Dmemory of ^Cyou^{Em Am G D}