Slaid Cleaves - Below
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This is my first submission. I hope it is accurate enough for you all to enjoy this great tune!
Below by Slaid Cleaves
Capo 3rd Fret
F G Am (Choke)
ThereâAms an old dirt road, just off route nine.
Fades into the Flake, G at the low water linAme.
AmSometimes I wander down that road alone.
Remembering the Dmtown, G that I once called Amhome.
AmI grew up on the valley, every neighbor a friend,
Until the modern Fworld G started creeping iAmn.
AmOne day came the lawyers, with cash in hand.
They swore that our DmvillaGge would light up the Amland.
Chorus:
The duFsky waters move cold and Amslow,
And the ghosts of a Cvillage still wander beElow.
Homesteads of Ffamilies and friends forever Ammore,
Dm G Am (Choke)
Haunting the valley below this sparkling shore.
Surrounding Amthe valley was a painted red line,
Drawn by company Fmen G like marking a Amcrime.
A sileAmnt reminder that all inside it must go,
Or be lost to the Dmrising G dead riverâ?Am?s flow.
AmSome folks took the money, started grinding gears,
While the rest of us Fheld out, G twenty odd Amyears.
AmWe watched our town, like a photograph fade,
Dm G Am (Choke)
As the company came, to take it all away.
AmThey tore down the church, and the schoolhouse burned.
They dug up the Fgraves, G the wheels of progress Amturned.
AmThey got Dutchieâs Store, and Haydenâs Pool Hall,
When the dozers rDmolled, G it shattered us Amall.
Chorus:
The duFsky waters move cold and Amslow,
And the ghosts of the Cvillage still wander beElow.
Homesteads of Ffamilies and friends forever Ammore,
Dm G Am (Choke)
Haunting the valley below this sparkling shore.
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Am / F / G / Am / Dm / G / Am (Choke)
Old May SavAmage stayed as long as she could.
Her house on the Fhill G towered over the Amflood.
AmIt rose up alone, in the dark of night,
Its face on the wDmaterG, in the cold mooAmnlight.
AmI shake off the memories, on my lips a prayer.
Thanks for the gFrace, G and the beauty down tAmhere.
AmAnd while the porch lights glow, all over the state,
Thereâs nothingDm but darkneGss, underAm the lake.
Chorus:
The dusky wFaters move cold and Amslow,
And the ghosts of a viCllage still wander belEow.
Homesteads of faFmilies and friends forever Ammore,
Haunting the vallDmey G below this sparkling Amshore.
They haunt the vaDmlley G below this sparkling Amshore. Am