The Weatherman Or The Felonies Are Magnets On My Coat

Am Em 3x Am Em E5add#11 Am Em Fell in through the wrong black hole, Am Em now the felonies are magnets on my coat. Am Em Afraid to take the fast way home, Am Em I take cover in the shelter of my own shadow. Am Em E5add#11 Am Em The hurried pace of my heart and feet, Am Em as I envision the odor of my home sweet Am Em home, it’s like I’ve fallen right beside my own tombstone. Am Em Then, I hear the crow. Am C Em E5add#11 Why are you running in that direction? It ain’t sound. Am C Em You’ve got to climb the wall to make it back around. Am C Em Am C F I’ve got to go, I have to go. Am E7 Am Em E5add#11 Am7 Emadd9 I see the distance of the jagged tier beneath. Am7 Emadd9 How could this happen in a mint democracy? Am7 Emadd9 They trumped you all - so easily! Am7 Emadd9 Now caw for silver with great alacrity. Am C Em E5add#11 Why are you running in that direction? It ain’t sound. Am C Em You’ve got to climb the wall to make it back around. Am C Em Am C F I’ve got to go, I have to go. Am E7 Am Em F E F What does it say when you look at the weathervane? E Will the southern winds subside, or inflame? F What about the weatherman? E F E Has he got something to postulate, other than rain? Am C Em E5add#11 Why are you running in that direction? It ain’t sound. Am C Em You’ve got to climb the wall to make it back around. Am C Em Am C F I’ve got to go, I have to go. Am C Em E5add#11 Why are you running in that direction? It ain’t sound. Am C Em You’ve got to climb the wall to make it back around. Am C Em Am C F I’ve got to go, I have to go. Am E7 Am Em 3x Am Em I am now higher than a Himalayan peak, Am Em and come to think of it I feel terribly weak... N.C. and so I fall.