J. Tillman - Vacilando territory

On that ^Gfive day drive Through the p^Emain and the mourning A^Cll our plans were sitting on the ^Cmsky like Throwing f^Gire outside the window Breaking b^Emulls over our railroad 'Til we c^Couldn't hit the kill zone if we tri^Ged

The golden d^Gesert floor Is hol^Emding up to heaven The s^Cpace it will be tending for ^Cma while The way you s^Gpoke about the unknown Shook my t^Emwenty-five year old bones Make ^Cunsure I was someone's only ^Emson

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