Dry the River - Night owls

^C#On this cold little parcel of land where our father's fathers lived The ^F#same old trees scraping ^C#innocent knees since our grandparents were kids ^C#You were born in a terrible storm and your ma said it's a sign You're ^F#never at peace with your ^C#bed facing east and your itchy feet like mine

We sh^G#mould change our names and ^F#go for guts and^C# glory Never ^G#mcut our hair or ^F#give a care if we're^C# right 'Cause they've ^Bgot us by the ^F#throat, they've got us on a ^C#tight-rope You can ^Btell your furious father he can ^F#have my guts for garters if he^C# likes (Uh oh!)

^C#Some need like the trunk of a tree to accumulate alone And ^F#in time grow ^C#ripe on the vine and I think we might belong ^C#On this cold little parcel of land where our father's fathers lived We ^F#scrape our knees climbing ^C#innocent trees like our father's fathers did

We sh^G#mould change our names and ^F#go for guts and g^C#lory Never ^G#mcut our hair or ^F#give a care if we're^C# right 'Cause they've ^Bgot us by the ^F#throat, the've got us on a ^C#tight-rope You can ^Btell your furious father he can ^F#have my guts for garters if he^C# likes You can ^Btell your furious father he can ^F#have my guts for garters if he^C# likes