Iron & Wine - Radio war

Did the wine^G make her dream ^D Of the far ^Gdistant spring Or a bed fu^Gll of hens ^D Or the ghos^Gt of a friend ^D

All the whi^Gle that she wept ^D She had a gun by^G her bed ^D And a lett^Ger he wrote ^D From a dry,^G foundered boat ^D And the train^C track will take ^D All the wou^Gnded ones home ^C And I'l^Cl be alo^Dne Fare thee well ^GSara Jones ^D

Now we lie on^G the floor ^D While the radio ^Gwar ^D Finds its way ^Gthrough the air ^D Of the dead^G market square ^D

And the beast^G never seen ^D Licks it's red ^Gtalons clean ^D Sara cur^Gses the cold ^D "No more sn^Gow, no more snow, no mo^Dre snow" ^G