Night Owls

C# C# F# C# F# C# C# On this cold little parcel of land where our father's fathers lived F# C# The same old trees scraping innocent knees since our grandparents were kids C# You were born in a terrible storm and your ma said it's a sign F# C# You're never at peace with your bed facing east and your itchy feet like mine G#m F# C# We should change our names and go for guts and glory G#m F# C# Never cut our hair or give a care if we're right B F# C# 'Cause they've got us by the throat, they've got us on a tight-rope B F# C# You can tell your furious father he can have my guts for garters if he likes (Uh oh!) C# , C# , F# , C# , F# , C# C# Some need like the trunk of a tree to accumulate alone F# C# And in time grow ripe on the vine and I think we might belong C# On this cold little parcel of land where our father's fathers lived F# C# We scrape our knees climbing innocent trees like our father's fathers did G#m F# C# We should change our names and go for guts and glory G#m F# C# Never cut our hair or give a care if we're right B F# C# 'Cause they've got us by the throat, the've got us on a tight-rope B F# C# You can tell your furious father he can have my guts for garters if he likes B F# C# You can tell your furious father he can have my guts for garters if he likes