To Scatter Ones Own

Asus4 Asus4 Em7 Asus4 Scatter me out on the prairie Em7 Western gales supine the gray Asus4 Not that this matters Em7 It's not that it's worn Dsus Asus4 Or threadbare and battered Asus4 And the song must rise Asus4 And the song must rise A Em7 Custer sleeps with ball and scythe Em7 A feather on his right A Em7 Its writ in James, repent or die Em7 For Enoch chains his scribes Em7 Not that this matters Dsus Asus4 It's not that it's worn Em7 Or threadbare and battered Em7 Asus4 And the song must rise on the valley Em7 And the foolish night will lead Dsus Asus4 Em7 Dsus Asus4 Em7 Link Asus4 Em7 Morning comes, but death approaching Asus4 Em7 Echoes pierce to flit thine eye Asus4 Asus4 Asus4 Asus4 Em7 Asus4 Sweet but place, I'm gaunt with age Em7 Slayers mourn, but God confides Asus4 Not that this matters Em7 It's not that it's worn Dsus Or threadbare and tattered Asus4 And the song must rise A Em7 Custer sleeps with bell and bride Em7 His brother by his side A Em7 A pathway horse will fly and fly Em7 Dsus For a stage-lit night on fire Dsus Asus4 Em7 Dsus Asus4 Em7 Asus4 Em7 Morning comes, with death approaching Asus4 Em7 Echoes pierce to flit thine eye Dsus Asus4 Em7 Not that this matters Dsus Asus4 Em7 Or not that it's worn Asus4 Asus4 Asus4 Asus4 End on Em7