Richy Mitch & The Coal Miners - Solstice

It's past; our ^Amsummertime^C The hills fill with ^Gsnow^D We've crossed a^Amnother line- ^C With the frozen ground be^Glow^D

^DAnd It feels good It ^Cfeels good ^CIt feels good It ^Gfeels goo^Dd ^DIt feels good It ^Cfeels good ^CFor the first time in a l^Gong time now ^D

^CI fall in line Too ^Gmany times, too ^Dmany times ^CI fall in line Too ^Gmany times I've ^Dfought with pride I've ^Cthought i tried

You haven't ^Amcalled in weeks^C Haven't sent a single^G note^D A rift be^Amtween this team^C The frozen earth has made its^G stroke^D

^DIt feels good It ^Cfeels good To lie to our^Gselves^{D D}It feels good It ^Cfeels good To go alone through this ^Ghell^D

^DAnd the cold comes This ^Ctenth month Feel the snow through the ^Gstorm^D Still ^CI feel Overwhelmingly ^Gwarm And ^DI And ^DI

I ^Dfa^Emll in ^Cline! ^DI ^Emhate so ^Cmuch ^DOf this ^Emgoddamned ^Cmonth ^DThat it's m^Emore special than the ^Crest ^DI ^Emfeel it in my goddamned ^Cchest

^EmI hate so mu^Gch ^Am Of this goddamned ^Cm7month^{C Em} That it's more special than the ^Grest^Am I feel it in my goddamned ^Cchest