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Intro; E A B x3 A B
EWinding downA the dusty traiBl EFrom CathAedral Butte B EWalking towarAds the canyon flooBr APlaying AnaBsasi flutes E EEagles flyiAng overhBead EBeneath the desert Asky B EMakes me think ofA how they Blived AMany yeaBrs gone by
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EI wander hereA from time to tiBme To givEe my head sAome space B ELeave the noise Aand confusion B AVanish witBhout a trace E
ESalt CrAeek runs throughB the grass As you hum tEhat canyon tuAne B EBrush agaiAnst the desert sBage Just likAe some sweet peBrfume
C#mEight hundred Ayears agBo This canByon was their hoC#mme C#mEight hundred Ayears agBo BThey walked Cthrough the sC#mand C#mEight hundredA years aBgo BThey paintedC these little haC#mnds
EYes this is tAhe timeBless place That's seenE them coAme andB go They packEed it up Away back wBhen And driAfted on down thBe road EThe earth, the Asun, the moon Band the stars EMeant so Amuch back Bthen EBut the years go by Aand though you tBry You can't bAring them back agBain
C#mEight hundred Ayears agBo This canByon was their hoC#mme C#mEight hundred Ayears agBo BThey walked Cthrough the sC#mand C#mEight hundredA years aBgo BThey paintedC these little haC#mnds
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