Jason Isbell - Seven mile island

^CTake my body to ^CSeven-Mile ^CIsland. ^CLay my head down where ^CIndians ^Amsleep.

^CTake your shoes off and ^Cwalk across the ^Cwater. ^CIt's been so long so I ^Cheard a man ^Amspeak.

^CWatch the spillways when the ^Cwater starts ^Crising. ^CTake your hat off when the ^Csun goes ^Amdown. ^CKeep your eyes on that ^Cconcrete ^Ctower. ^CMaybe one day it will ^Ccrumble to the ^Amground.

^EmMary's crying 'cause she ^Ccan't hold water and her ^Cclothes don't fit her ^Dright.

^EmShe used to say that she ^Cwanted a daughter, now she ^Conly wants a Saturday ^Dnight.

^CThere were days when that ^Cdusty cave was ^Cempty, ^Cback before this ^Ccity made a ^Amclaim on that ^Chotel for ^Cwanderers and ^Cstrangers, back be^Cfore you could ^Clive off of your ^Amname.

^EmWe all live in an ^CAirstream trailer about ^Cthree-hundred yards up the ^Dlake. ^EmCall the doctor, Mary's ^Cgoing into labor and you ^Ccan't raise a baby on ^Dshake.

So take my ^Cbody to ^CSeven-Mile ^CIsland ^CLay some stones down on ^Ctop of my ^Amgrave. Tell my ^Clady I just ^Ccouldn't bear to ^Csee her Tell my ^Cdaughter I just ^Ccouldn't be ^Amsaved.