Capo 3rd Fret
F G Am (Choke)
There?[Am]?s an old dirt road, just off route nine.
Fades into the [F]lake, [G] at the low water lin[Am]e.
[Am]Sometimes I wander down that road alone.
Remembering the [Dm]town, [G] that I once called [Am]home.
[Am]I grew up on the valley, every neighbor a friend,
Until the modern [F]world [G] started creeping i[Am]n.
[Am]One day came the lawyers, with cash in hand.
They swore that our [Dm]villa[G]ge would light up the [Am]land.
Chorus:
The du[F]sky waters move cold and [Am]slow,
And the ghosts of a [C]village still wander be[E]low.
Homesteads of [F]families and friends forever [Am]more,
Dm G Am (Choke)
Haunting the valley below this sparkling shore.
Surrounding [Am]the valley was a painted red line,
Drawn by company [F]men [G] like marking a [Am]crime.
A sile[Am]nt reminder that all inside it must go,
Or be lost to the [Dm]rising [G] dead river'[Am]s flow.
[Am]Some folks took the money, started grinding gears,
While the rest of us [F]held out, [G] twenty odd [Am]years.
[Am]We watched our town, like a photograph fade,
Dm G Am (Choke)
As the company came, to take it all away.
[Am]They tore down the church, and the schoolhouse burned.
They dug up the [F]graves, [G] the wheels of progress [Am]turned.
[Am]They got Dutchie's Store, and Hayden's Pool Hall,
When the dozers r[Dm]olled, [G] it shattered us [Am]all.
Chorus:
The du[F]sky waters move cold and [Am]slow,
And the ghosts of the [C]village still wander be[E]low.
Homesteads of [F]families and friends forever [Am]more,
Dm G Am (Choke)
Haunting the valley below this sparkling shore.
Instrumental Break
Am / F / G / Am / Dm / G / Am (Choke)
Old May Sav[Am]age stayed as long as she could.
Her house on the [F]hill [G] towered over the [Am]flood.
[Am]It rose up alone, in the dark of night,
Its face on the w[Dm]ater[G], in the cold moo[Am]nlight.
[Am]I shake off the memories, on my lips a prayer.
Thanks for the g[F]race, [G] and the beauty down t[Am]here.
[Am]And while the porch lights glow, all over the state,
There's nothing bu[Dm]t darkness,[G] under th[Am]e lake.
Chorus:
The dusky w[F]aters move cold and [Am]slow,
And the ghosts of a vi[C]llage still wander bel[E]ow.
Homesteads of fa[F]milies and friends forever [Am]more,
Haunting the vall[Dm]ey [G] below this sparkling [Am]shore.
They haunt the va[Dm]lley [G] below this sparkling [Am]shore. [Am]
F G Am (Choke)
There?[Am]?s an old dirt road, just off route nine.
Fades into the [F]lake, [G] at the low water lin[Am]e.
[Am]Sometimes I wander down that road alone.
Remembering the [Dm]town, [G] that I once called [Am]home.
[Am]I grew up on the valley, every neighbor a friend,
Until the modern [F]world [G] started creeping i[Am]n.
[Am]One day came the lawyers, with cash in hand.
They swore that our [Dm]villa[G]ge would light up the [Am]land.
Chorus:
The du[F]sky waters move cold and [Am]slow,
And the ghosts of a [C]village still wander be[E]low.
Homesteads of [F]families and friends forever [Am]more,
Dm G Am (Choke)
Haunting the valley below this sparkling shore.
Surrounding [Am]the valley was a painted red line,
Drawn by company [F]men [G] like marking a [Am]crime.
A sile[Am]nt reminder that all inside it must go,
Or be lost to the [Dm]rising [G] dead river'[Am]s flow.
[Am]Some folks took the money, started grinding gears,
While the rest of us [F]held out, [G] twenty odd [Am]years.
[Am]We watched our town, like a photograph fade,
Dm G Am (Choke)
As the company came, to take it all away.
[Am]They tore down the church, and the schoolhouse burned.
They dug up the [F]graves, [G] the wheels of progress [Am]turned.
[Am]They got Dutchie's Store, and Hayden's Pool Hall,
When the dozers r[Dm]olled, [G] it shattered us [Am]all.
Chorus:
The du[F]sky waters move cold and [Am]slow,
And the ghosts of the [C]village still wander be[E]low.
Homesteads of [F]families and friends forever [Am]more,
Dm G Am (Choke)
Haunting the valley below this sparkling shore.
Instrumental Break
Am / F / G / Am / Dm / G / Am (Choke)
Old May Sav[Am]age stayed as long as she could.
Her house on the [F]hill [G] towered over the [Am]flood.
[Am]It rose up alone, in the dark of night,
Its face on the w[Dm]ater[G], in the cold moo[Am]nlight.
[Am]I shake off the memories, on my lips a prayer.
Thanks for the g[F]race, [G] and the beauty down t[Am]here.
[Am]And while the porch lights glow, all over the state,
There's nothing bu[Dm]t darkness,[G] under th[Am]e lake.
Chorus:
The dusky w[F]aters move cold and [Am]slow,
And the ghosts of a vi[C]llage still wander bel[E]ow.
Homesteads of fa[F]milies and friends forever [Am]more,
Haunting the vall[Dm]ey [G] below this sparkling [Am]shore.
They haunt the va[Dm]lley [G] below this sparkling [Am]shore. [Am]
