Greg Brown - Early

^CEarly one ^Fmorning I walked out ^Calone, I looked down the ^Gstreet; no one was ^Caround. The sun was just ^Fcomin' up over my ^Chome, On Hickory ^GStreet in a little farm ^Ctown. And

^COooo-ee, ^Fain't the mornin' light ^Cpretty, When the dew is still ^Gheavy, so bright and ^Cearl^C7y. ^F My ^Fhome on the ^Crange; it's a one-horse ^Gtown, And it's alright with ^Cme. ^{F C}

^CPlow broke the ^Fprairie, the prairie gave ^Cplenty, The little towns ^Gblossomed and soon there were ^Cmany. Scattered like ^Ffireflies across the dark ^Cnight, And one was called ^GEarly, and they sure named it ^Cright. 'Cause

^COooo-ee, ^Fain't the mornin' light ^Cpretty, When the dew is still ^Gheavy, so bright and ^Cearl^C7y. ^F My ^Fhome on the ^Crange; it's a one-horse ^Gtown, And it's alright with ^Cme. ^{F C}

^CMany dry summers ^Fparched all the ^Cfields, They burnt the fine ^Gcolors and cut down on the ^Cyield. But the rain has ^Freturned to wash away our ^Ctears, It's the fullest green ^Gsummer that We've seen for ^Gyears. And

^COooo-ee, ^Fain't the mornin' light ^Cpretty, When the dew is still ^Gheavy, so bright and ^Cearl^C7y. ^F My ^Fhome on the ^Crange; it's a one-horse ^Gtown, And it's alright with ^Cme. ^{F C}