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Tuning: G C E A
[Verse]
CThe hell you're in from where I staFnd C CNo we don't mind no that you've run anFd hid C CWhen the silver bees fly you won't be Fsaved C CAnd they won't take you to a better plFace C
AmOh they weigh you down with Fthe memories of our boGnes C AmAnd they buFry you in the schoolyard with their fingGer and their thumbs C AmAnd oh they parade us out toF the valley of the sunG C AmAnd as you lay prostrate on Fthe interstate they cut out all our tonguGes C F C
C F C ( x3)
CThe little ones were all they saved F C CAs they laid them open on the salty plFains C CThey claimed the wild ones were the onFes to blaCme CAs they buried families with their namFes C C F C
AmOh they weigh you down with Fthe memories of our boGnes C AmAnd they buFry you in the schoolyaGrd with their finger and Ctheir thumbs AmAnd oh they parade us out toF the valley of the sunG C AmAnd as you lay prostrate on Fthe interstate they cut out all our tongGues C F C
C F C ( x3)
CWhere they take our bonesF C CAnd where they take our bFones C CAnd where they take our bFones C CAnd well they take our boFnes C