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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)
ThereâAm€™s 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 Dutchie’s Store, and Hayden’s 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.
Instrumental Break 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, There’s 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