Emmylou Harris - Where will i be

^EThe streets are ^C#mcracked And there's glass every^Ewhere And a baby stares ^Aout With motherless ^Eeyes Under long gone ^C#mbeauty On fields of ^Ewar Trapped in l^Aament To the poet's ^Ecore Oh ^C#mwhere^E oh ^Awhere will I ^Ebe Oh ^C#mwhere ^Eoh when that ^Atrumpets ^Esounds ^{C#m E A E E}Met an Indian ^C#mboy in O^Ettawa He laid me ^Adown on a bed of ^Estraw Said don't waste your ^C#mbreath don't waste your ^Eheart Don't blister your h^Aeels Running in the ^Edark Oh ^C#mwhere^E oh ^Awhere will I ^Ebe Oh ^C#mwhere ^Eoh when that ^Atrumpets ^Esounds ^C#mYea like the ^Eheat Of your ^Abody laying under ^Eme May your ^F#mwild lip get you where your g^Aoing With your i^F#mnventions your intentions your l^Aaughter Your forever y^Eearning Oh ^C#mwhere^E oh ^Awhere will I ^Ebe Oh ^C#mwhere ^Eoh when that ^Atrumpets ^Esounds ^{C#m E A E} I walked to the ^C#mriver And I walked to the ^Erim I walked thru the ^Ateeth of the reaper's g^Erin I walked to ^C#myou rolled up in ^Ewire To the other s^Aide of des^Eire Oh ^C#mwhere^E oh ^Awhere will I ^Ebe Oh ^C#mwhere ^Eoh when that ^Atrumpets ^Esounds Oh ^C#mwhere^{C#m/B A} oh ^C#mwhere ^{C#m/B A}oh ^F#mwhen^A that tr^Dumpet ^Esounds Oh ^C#mwhere^{C#m/B F#m}oh where oh ^Dwhen that trumpet so^Eunds ^EWell the heart opens ^C#mwide like it's never seen ^Elove And addiction ^Astays on tight like a ^Eglove Oh ^C#mwhere^E oh ^Awhere will I ^Ebe