Richard Buckner - Song of 27

^CThough, I may be ^Fmiles away fro^Amm her ^CWith years that p^Gass without a w^Ford ^CI've never seen a^F moon so hi^Amgh ^CHer name hangs do^Gwn from the^Amre, tonight

^CSo, put your litt^Fmaj7le hand away ^{Am C}I've seen such ne^Gedy days be^Fmaj7fore ^COn nights like th^Fmaj7is, my hope retu^Amrns ^CThough, I may be m^Giles away from ^Fmaj7her ^Am

^AmA locket just for good ^Fluck ^FA pocket knife for long ^Cnights C G stop And a sleepy little dreamer

^C27, take m^Fe ho^Amme ^CAnd pour that la^Gst year down my t^Fhroat ^CThe days will fade^F and the nights wi^Amll burn ^CThough, I may be ^Gmiles away from^F her ^Am

^AmI see her in the do^Forway ^FStaring a hole through i^Ct all ^CThe first of many fits ^GAnd the last one was, man, the last one was

^CSo check your lock a^Fnd close your ^Ameyes ^CWhen you wake up, I'^Gll be all rig^Fht ^CNever tell them whe^Fre it hu^Amrts ^CAnd keep your bul^Glet, safe in^Fside

^CThe wind has wept ^Fand the sky is ^Amslurred ^CBut we slept throug^Gh the sunrise,^F too ^CI'm dreaming still ^Fof who you ^Amwere ^CThough, I may be mi^Gles away from ^Fher