Nomad Blood - Ver 2

Am /// C /// Em /// Am ///(repeat 3x) Am C Em Am The in-breath and the out-breath of the windmills on the county line, Am C Em Am You're takin' me home, and I thank you for it 'cause I've been away too long. Am C Ooo-ooh Em Am My car weighed down with instruments, Am C Ooo-ooh Em Am A tractor taking over us. Am C Wheels, wheels, wheels, Em Am We seem to spend our days on wheels. Am C Fields, fields, blurring by, Em How I long to be still... Am C But then I get bored, I need to move again, Em Am Whoa-oh, my nomad blood. Am C I get stale, I need to move again, Em Am Whoa-oh, my nomad blood. Am C I lay roots, I pull ‘em up again, Em Am Whoa-oh, this nomad blood Am C I wanna make fire and cook outside, Em Am Whoa-oh, my nomad blood. Am C Em Am The intake and the output of the broken factory line, Am C Em Am There’s nowhere to go, so you might as well do something sublime. Am C Dreams, dreams, dreams, Em Am They say, why follow your dreams? Am C You can have scenes from your favorite film, Em you can watch at home. Am C I wanna take part, I want a leading role Em Am Whoa-oh, my nomad blood. Am C I wanna move, groove again Em Am Whoa-oh, this nomad blood. Am C I wanna change, shake it up again, Em Am Whoa-oh, my nomad blood. Am C I wanna make fire, and cook outside, Em Am Whoa-oh, my nomad blood. Am C Em Am There was a time we all knew what was going on in the stars, Am C Em Am But roots put an end to that, now we don’t know where we are. Am /// C /// Em /// Am ///(repeat 4x) Am C Em Am The in-breath and the out-breath of the windmills on the county line, Am C Em Am You’re takin’ me home, and I thank you for it ‘cause we’ve been away too long. Am C Wheels, wheels, wheels, Em Am We spend our days on wheels. Am C Fields, fields, blurring by, Em How I long to be still! Am C But then I get bored, I need to move again, Em Am Whoa-oh, this nomad blood. Am C Make a change, let’s shake it up, Em Am Whoa-oh, my nomad blood. Am C I make roots, and pull ‘em up again, Em Am Whoa-oh, my nomad blood. Am C I wanna be free to cook outside, Em Am Whoa-oh, my nomad blood. Am C Em Am You’re takin’ me home and I thank you for it ‘cause we’ve been away too long.