The Sunken Lands

Am G C Five cans of paint, G And the empty fields, Dm Am And the dust reveals. Am G C The children cry, G The work never ends, Dm Am There's not a single friend. F6 G Who will hold her hand, C Dm Am G C G Dm7 Am In the sunken lands? Am G C The mud and tears, G Melt the cotton balls, Dm Am It's a heavy toll. Am G C His words are cruel, G And they sting like fire, Dm Am Like the devil's choir. F6 G But who will hold her hand, C Dm In the sunken lands? Am G C G Dm Am G C G Gm Am Am G C The river rises, G And she sails away, Dm Am She could never stay. Am G C Now her work is done, G In the sunken lands, Am G C G Dm F Am Am7 A Am There's five empty cans.