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Baez Joan Dark Chords On A Big Guitar

: (B. Phillips) On the banks of the river where the willows hang down And the wild birds all warble with a low moaning sound Down in the hollow where

night I dreamt that I grew wings I found a place where they could hear me when I sing We floated on to Hanford On a lumber boat up river Past the fisheries

can see Just how dark it has become Who knows no better angels now Who knows none but earthly light Who is waiting for a stranger On the king's highway

: (Gillian Welch/David Rawlings) Caleb Meyer, he lived alone In them hollarin' pines Then he made a little whiskey for himself Said it helped pass the

(Gillian Welch/David Rawlings) Caleb Meyer, he lived alone In them hollarin' pines Then he made a little whiskey for himself Said it helped pass the

I can see Just how dark it has become Who knows no better angels now Who knows none but earthly light Who is waiting for a stranger On the king's highway

no particular spell I am dreaming of the mountains where the children learn the stars Clouds roll in from nebraska dark chords on a big guitar My restlessness

last night I dreamt that I grew wings I found a place where they could hear me when I sing We floated on to Hanford On a lumber boat up river Past the

I failed to find your trail Now I'm stumblin' through the haze But there's killers on the highway now And a man can't get around So I sold my soul for