Tree By The River

G Mary Anne, do you C remember the tree by the river when we were G seventeen? G Dark canyon wall, the call and the C answer and the mare in the pasture pitch black and baring its G teeth. G I recall the sun in our C faces, stuck and leaning on braces, and being strangers to G change. G Radio and the bones we found C frozen, and all the thorns and the roses beneath your window G pane. C Now I’m asleep in a G car, I mean the world to C a potty-mouth girl, a pretty pair of blue-eyed G birds. C Time isn’t kind or un- G - kind, you liked to say. But I C wonder to who what it is you’re saying G today. C Now I’m asleep in a G car, I mean the world to C a potty-mouth girl, a pretty pair of blue-eyed G birds. C Time isn’t kind or un- G - kind, you liked to say. But I C wonder to who what it is you’re saying G today. G Mary Anne, do you C remember the tree by the river when we were G seventeen? G Dark canyon road, I was coy in the C half-moon; happy just to be with you, and you were happy for G me.