Monterey

F#m E D A F#m E D D F#m E D A I was all of 17 when you moved from Monterey F#m E D D And I’d never known loving quite that way F#m E D A In the throws of youthful bravado we had nothing else but time F#m E D D And I swore I’d never take that job working down the mine F#m E D A We keep fa – al - ling F#m E D D We keep fa – al - ling F#m E D A You weren't fooled by dreams of money or a young boy's quest for fame F#m E D D It was something else that made you take my name F#m E D A We were of a time when people lived according to the Lord F#m E D D And a girl in your condition had to fall upon her sword F#m E D D We keep fa – al - ling F#m E D D We keep fa – al - ling F#m E D A Now the winters here are brutal and the wind it chills your bones F#m E D D And the dampness never leaves your clothes F#m E D A The years have done their damage and the whiskey’s played its part F#m E D D As the calluses upon my hands moved towards my heart F#m E D D We keep fa – al - ling F#m E D D We keep fa – al - ling F#m E D D We keep fa – al - ling F#m E D D We keep fa – al - ling F#m E D A The mines are all a-closing and there's no work to be found F#m E D D Our faces match the thunder brewing on the edge of town F#m E D A And the litany of promises that disappeared like ice F#m E D D Left us like a gambler shooting craps with loaded dice F#m E D D We keep fa – al - ling F#m E D D We keep fa – al - ling F#m E D D F#m E D D F#m E D D F#m E D D F#m E D A Now you're sitting here and dreaming bout the bluffs of Monterey F#m E D D It was never all that warm there anyway F#m E D A And all the things we should have said so many years before F#m E D D Are flaking like the decaying paint upon the kitchen door F#m E D D F#m E D D The kitchen do – o - or, kitchen do – o - or