Parsonsfield - Weeds or Wildflowers
Originally in B, I play in G
Intro
GBCDx2
Vox on the 3 on “long”
Well I came aGlong to Bfind a lCittle peace of mGind
NegleGctin’ all mBy duties, steppin’ oCff that straightened linGe
Now I just sGit by my froBnt door filled with indoEmlence and sA7ound
It’s like I’m waGtchin’ the weedsDgrow on my browG
And I had a pureGpotentiBal in a Csoiled white shiGrt
With lovGe enough to kiBll me, but was unsCure of its worthG
And though the nGight is Bsweetened by some risingEmof the A7moon
I’ve lived enougGh to know the baDttle’s never thrGough
Hard stop on “pass”
You passCsomething doGwn, no maDtter where or hoGw
Will there be weCeds or wGildflowers affixDed upon your bows
And there’s a cCrooked burning cGigarette rollEmin’ on your tongA7ue
Will there be weGeds or wildfloweDrs when you’re dGone
GBCDx2
Remember you traGveled through the dBesert, you trCaveled to the seGa
Lookin’ Gout on some horiBzon, asking whatCyou mean to mGe
And we aGll hang aroBund with a frEmee or toiled mA7ind
While alGl of our Dbranches entwinGe
And as I Gwatch the bBrick erCode from day to dGay
The leavGes change their Bcolors and the lCoft fills with hGay
And as a bGlade of suBnshine cuEmts across my chestA7
The blooGd beneath bDoils with unrGest
You passCsomething doGwn, no maDtter where or hoGw
Will there be weCeds or wGildflowers affixDed upon your bows
And there’s a cCrooked burning cGigarette rollEmin’ on your tongA7ue
Will there be weGeds or wildfloweDrs when you’re dGone
Bridge
With “dah”
GBCDx3
GBEmA7
Blown abCout by the wiGnd, and a woDrthless little thinGg
But the Cworld can feel the chGanges of a Dbutterfly’s wing
And so that Ccrooked burning cGigarette roEmllin’ on your tonguA7e
Will leave its wGeeds before your Dflowers yet have sGprung
With hard stops
Will there be weGeds or wildfloweDrs when you’re dGone