Never Was The Bird

D Em G D Em G D Headed north out of North Alabama with the Em G sun cutting through the clouds D And the bruise still feels a little tender from the Em G blows that took us down A Lights went down and the cameras stopped rolling just as Em G soon as we tuned them up A Just another kind of common situation that Em G follows us in our truck G D A G Sometimes it makes you feel like the dawn won’t ever come D Em G In the hand never was the bird D Em G Bm And the bushes were burned down to the black wood A D G Bm I never, oh I never A G thought it would go this far D Em G D Em G D All the sure things and the cigarette deals are Em G ashes in the tray D Take them out spread them on the ground to Em G guide us on our way A When you’re looking at the bottom of the barrel better Em G soak up the lingering buzz A Scrape up the change for the next Em G 22 to keep you going strong D A G That eastern horizon is lighting up D Em G In the hand never was the bird D Em G Bm And the bushes were burned down to the black wood A D G Bm I never, oh I never A G thought it would go this far D C G 4x A C Hold up now I see the D rising of the fog C D Amber beams are ringing true C But on the breeze I hear the D A G song of the Bush Stone-curlew D Em G In the hand never was the bird D Em G Bm And the bushes were burned down to the black wood A D G Bm I never, oh I never A Em G Bm thought it would go this far A D G Bm I never, oh I never A G thought it would go this far D