The Overcoat

D A Bm A G 2x D F#m Up in the black hills Bm A G Well, I am an intensive out-patient D F#m Without scripts without pills Bm A G November was so cold coming down D F#m And I, well I'm all alone Bm A G Watching the snow fall on the pines D F#m And the smell, the smell of the stoves Bm A G Burning wood makes me miss better times C#m A And I'm reading The Overcoat again Bm A G And I feel just like a clerk C#m A Maybe better but more likely it's worse Bm A G Nothing seems to work D F#m Semi's from the mill Bm A G Are rolling by with freshly cut pine D F#m They don't stop for black ice Bm A G Leaving the lights in this mill town behind D F#m And it's New Years Eve Bm A G And there's nothing to do and there's no where to go D F#m Bm So I get a pass from my counselor A G To go walk in the snow C#m A Maybe I'm going in circles again Bm A G But it's hard to say C#m A Cause my tracks keep on filling up with snow Bm A G And they fade away D A Bm A G