Greg Brown - Early

^DEarly one ^Gmorning I walked out ^Dalone, I looked down the ^Astreet; no one was ^Daround. The sun was just ^Gcomin' up over my ^Dhome, On Hickory ^AStreet in a little farm ^Dtown. And

^DOooo-ee, ^Gain't the mornin' light ^Dpretty, When the dew is still ^Aheavy, so bright and ^Dearl^D7y. ^G My ^Ghome on the ^Drange; it's a one-horse ^Atown, And it's alright with ^Dme. ^{G D}

^DPlow broke the ^Gprairie, the prairie gave ^Dplenty, The little towns ^Ablossomed and soon there were ^Dmany. Scattered like ^Gfireflies across the dark ^Dnight, And one was called ^AEarly, and they sure named it ^Dright. 'Cause

^DOooo-ee, ^Gain't the mornin' light ^Dpretty, When the dew is still ^Aheavy, so bright and ^Dearl^D7y. ^G My ^Ghome on the ^Drange; it's a one-horse ^Atown, And it's alright with ^Dme. ^{G D}

^DMany dry summers ^Gparched all the ^Dfields, They burnt the fine ^Acolors and cut down on the ^Dyield. But the rain has ^Greturned to wash away our ^Dtears, It's the fullest green ^Asummer that We've seen for ^Ayears. And

^DOooo-ee, ^Gain't the mornin' light ^Dpretty, When the dew is still ^Aheavy, so bright and ^Dearl^D7y. ^G My ^Ghome on the ^Drange; it's a one-horse ^Atown, And it's alright with ^Dme. ^{G D}