James McMurtry - Charlemagnes home town

^CI?ve got it all to ^Fmyself ^Cnow ^GCrack the window just a ^Chair Dark and close, ^Fthe way I like ^Cit ^GBlack tobacco chokes the ^Cair

^CI keep to myself, ^FI lack the ^Clanguage ^GI measure out my life with coffee ^Cgrounds The trees are the ^Fcolor of ^Cashes In Charle ^Gmagne?s home ^Ctown

^GAnd I said I didn?t fear the ^Fdistance ^GAs if I?d ever been that ^Ftough I ^Ccan hear your voice across the water ^GBut that?s nowhere near ^Cenough

Won?t you ^Ffly across that ^Cocean ^FTake a ^Gtrain on ^Cdown Because the ^Fnight?s growing ^Clonesome ^FIn Charle ^Gmagne?s home ^Ctown

^CThe fortune teller ^Ftold me ^Cnothing ^GThat I wouldn?t have found out on my ^Cown She read my palm and she ^Ftook my ^Cmoney ^GShe looked at me with eyes of ^Cstone

^CShe said the odds are long and ^Fstacked ^Cagainst us ^GStill we try because we ^Cmust To keep from ^Fleaving our ^Csenses ^GLong forgotten in the ^Cdust

^GLike the bones of some saint Beneath a ^Fchurch floor ^GWho must have died for lack of ^Flight ^CThe color snapshots I sent you ^GAll came out in black and ^Cwhite

Won?t you ^Ffly across that ^Cocean ^FTake a ^Gtrain on ^Cdown Because the ^Fnight?s growing ^Clonesome ^FIn Charle ^Gmagne?s home ^Ctown

^CThere?s a lonely child on a ^Fsnow white ^Cpony ^GOn a carousel in the market ^Cplace He sits on that horse and he ^Flooks right through ^Cme ^GA shadow falls across his ^Cface

^CWhat will I do when ^Fmy glass is ^Cempty ^GWhat will I do when it all comes ^Cdown ^CWhat will I do when it ^Fcomes to ^Cnothing In Charle ^Gmagne?s home ^Ctown

^CWhat will I do when it ^Fcomes to ^Cnothing In Charle ^Gmagne?s home ^Ctown