Jason Isbell - Seven mile island

^DTake my body to ^GSeven-Mile ^DIsland. ^DLay my head down where ^GIndians ^Emsleep.

^DTake your shoes off and ^Gwalk across the ^Dwater. ^DIt's been so long so I ^Gheard a man ^Emspeak.

^DWatch the spillways when the ^Gwater starts ^Drising. ^DTake your hat off when the ^Gsun goes ^Emdown. ^DKeep your eyes on that ^Gconcrete ^Dtower. ^DMaybe one day it will ^Gcrumble to the ^Emground.

^BmMary's crying 'cause she ^Gcan't hold water and her ^Dclothes don't fit her ^Aright.

^BmShe used to say that she ^Gwanted a daughter, now she ^Donly wants a Saturday ^Anight.

^DThere were days when that ^Gdusty cave was ^Dempty, ^Dback before this ^Gcity made a ^Emclaim on that ^Dhotel for ^Gwanderers and ^Dstrangers, back be^Dfore you could ^Glive off of your ^Emname.

^BmWe all live in an ^GAirstream trailer about ^Dthree-hundred yards up the ^Alake. ^BmCall the doctor, Mary's ^Ggoing into labor and you ^Dcan't raise a baby on ^Ashake.

So take my ^Dbody to ^GSeven-Mile ^DIsland ^DLay some stones down on ^Gtop of my ^Emgrave. Tell my ^Dlady I just ^Gcouldn't bear to ^Dsee her Tell my ^Ddaughter I just ^Gcouldn't be ^Emsaved.