Kevin Devine - Alabama acres

^FSo there's hundreds of ^Cauburn alabama ^Cacres with rows of ^Fred roofs o^Cver warm farmers ^Cdaughters who've got no i^Fntention of invi^Cting me in ^Dm space shines all above m^Fe so i settle ^Cmyself under i^Ct. when i^F wake up i'm back in my crowde^Cd city apartm^Cent some random ^Fmen doing wo^Crk off in the kitc^Chen F C Dm s^Ctacking mattresses up now to the ceiling and down to the floor. my fathers sick in the h^Fallway i hear him whi^Cstlin under the do^Cor. i rush to li^Fft him but you all know i am^C weak and you know that he is h^Ceavy. there's no blood in his che^Feks but he's smili^Cng straight at me^C. F C I^C ask the thickest of the workers "would you please come and help me out?" he comes ambling ov^Fer and says "sir, ^Ci love how your whistling sou^Cnds" so now i d^Frag him through the kitchen to the livi^Cng room and down on the ^Ccarpet he says, "son i^F'm embarassed, but t^Che sides of my he^Cad hurt. F C Dm i^C just know that i'm tired and i could surely use some rest." F C i ^Ctear a mattress down for him and i say, "here dad sleep some on this." i wake for re^Fal and it's ov^Cer. i'm a^Flon^F/Ee in a^Dmcres and my dad is still ^Dmdead.^C F C C but if yo^Cu underneath one of those rooftops, look out your window and invite me on ^Dmin. F C 'c^Dmause it's cold and i'm lonely and i could sure use a friend F C y^Dmeah it's cold and i'm lonely and i could sure use a friend. it's cold and i'm lo^Fnely and i could sure u^Cse a friend yeah ^C