Provisions

E A6 There's a dead deer in the road up ahead E Must be an omen A6 From an hour ago or so E Must have been chosen A6 And the day moves fast, and the day moves slow E Don't I know it A6 And I never met a morning that I didn't like E And I never met a night that I wouldn't try twice A6 You should go before the dawn E Cast no shadows A6 E But I'm already gone, mm G#m And grab provisions A6 E There's nothing for a hundred miles G#m And cast your vision A6 On the dark road E For a while A6 Storm is coming now, it sits in a cloud E And soon the sky will open up its big mouth A6 I feel it in my bones, I feel so alone E My heart's the guitar, and my mouth the piano A6 I have many teeth in many different keys E Honey, if you're good, then don't do it for free A6 Do what I have to do, say what I have to say E Put a quarter in my jukebox then be on your way G#m And grab provisions A6 E There's nothing for a hundred miles G#m And cast your vision A6 On a memory E For a while A6 Puerto Rican bride with tears in her eyes E On her wedding day A6 Oh, loves a parade, but don't just give it away E Choose carefully A6 Confetti in my hand, are you ready to be a man? E Are you inside the kingdom or just dead where you stand? A6 And the tin cans drum on the pavement E And somebody yells, "Someone save us" A6 You were a wishing well, oh, inside of hell E And I'd stand over you and I'd laugh as it fell A6 Wish you would come again E As lovers or friends, I don't care but 'til then G#m And grab provisions A6 E There's nothing for a hundred miles G#m And cast your vision A6 On a melody E For a while A6 E A6 E A6 E A6 E A6 Oh, sound off, one, two E Three, four, who's at the door? A6 And five, six, who is this? E And seven, eight, I'm feeling fine A6 And sound off, one, two E Three, four, get on the floor A6 And five, six, pick up sticks E And seven, eight, who's at the gate? A6 Oh, and sound off, one, two E Three, four, who's at my door A6 And five, six, who is this? E And seven, eight, mm-mm-mm G#m grab provisions A6 E There's nothing for a hundred miles G#m And cast your vision A6 On the dark road N.C. For a while