Iron & Wine - Radio war

Did the wine^F make her dream ^G Of the far ^Fdistant spring Or a bed fu^Fll of hens ^G Or the ghos^Ft of a friend ^G

All the whi^Fle that she wept ^G She had a gun by^F her bed ^G And a lett^Fer he wrote ^G From a dry,^F foundered boat ^G And the train^F track will take ^G All the wou^Fnded ones home ^F And I??^F?ll be a^Glone Fare thee well ^FSara Jones ^G

Now we lie on^F the floor ^G While the radio ^Fwar ^G Finds its way ^Fthrough the air ^G Of the dead^F market square ^G

And the beast^F never seen ^G Licks it’s re^Fd talons clean ^G Sara cur^Fses the cold ^G "No more sn^Fow, no more snow, no mo^Gre snow" ^F