Dr. Dog - The beach

^F#mThere's a hole in the roof ^F#mAnd the rain's coming down ^C#The roads are flooded ^C#There's no way back to town ^F#mAnd the ship we came in on ^AHas just run ^Baground ^F#mYou know fate has a funny way ^C#of coming around

^F#mThe memories we've buried, ^F#mhave just taken seed, ^C#When spring time comes ^C#they'll turn into weeds, ^F#mAnd they'll creep through your window to ^Asmother your ^Bdreams, ^F#myou know fate has a funny way ^C#of comin' around

Oh, they'll ^Bmcarve our names like ^Ascripture to the ^E7soles of our feet Each ^C#footprint that they take it wi^C#ll tell of our beat ^F#mTil the night of the ^Afollowing ^Brain ^C#Til the flow tide comes to swallow the beach

^F#mThis bottle of bourbon's ^F#mnow dry as a bone, ^C#It drank us all up and then ^C#it left us alone, ^F#mWell we sense whats to come, ^Abut we can't choke it^B down, ^F#myou know fate has a funny way of coming around