Emily Dickinson

D D D (drums come in) D D C A D D The farmhouse was overtaken, C By vines and The Snake, A Hooked on fancy power, D The acres seemed to ache. D Pursued by floating rebels, C They'd take us if they could, A I thought the spell of country living, C Would do my spirits good. D Emily Dickinson, D Won't you, G F Lay your hand out low, D Staring out the window pane, G F There's so much more to know, D Emily Dickinson, G F Up on the down in Victoria black, D Let's watch the white clouds run, G F* With the cool grass on our backs. D The dormouse was mistaken, C There was no cord or veil, A The attic and the cellar, D Were but jaws of a bear, D The hunter was the quarry, C All tangled in the wood, A I thought the spell of country living, C Would do my spirits good. D Emily Dickinson, D Won't you, G F Lay your hand out low, D Staring out the window pane, G F There's so much more to know, D Emily Dickinson, G F Up on the down in Victoria black, D Let's watch the white clouds run, G F* With the cool grass on our backs. C D F D Disembodied gentry, C D F D Gathered round my door, C D F D Your electrical habits, C D F D Aren't welcome here anymore. C D F D C D F D C D F D C D F D C D F D That day I left, C D F D With a locket and glove, C D F D Keepsakes lest I forget, G F* A woman by the name of, D Emily Dickinson, D Won't you, G F Lay your hand out low, D Staring out the window pane, G F There's so much more to know, D Emily Dickinson, G F Up on the down in Victoria black, D Let's watch the white clouds run, G F With the cool grass on our backs. D Emily Dickinson, G F Trade your linen for a rose, D Born to the valley where, G F The wild ganja grows, D Emily Dickinson, D Won't you, G F Lay a hand down low, D Staring out the window pane, G F* There's so much more to know. D D D C A D D C A C D C A D D C A C D*