An Atlas To Follow - Wild Sweet Orange
We Have Cause To Be Uneasy
Standard Tuning
[D]Go back, baby, the way you came.[F#m]
I made a trail to mark the way.[G]
Drops of wine and crumbs of flesh,
[D]Hurry back, child, [A]before you're dead.
[D]I can't pretend now that you're alive.[F#m]
I know I'm dancing with the dead tonight.[G]
Heaving bodies in the front yard lights,
They're [D]easing off the glory of the [A]truth denied.
(CHORUS)
[Bm]This little light of mine,
Shine [D]bright and blind the reaper's eyes.
Hear you [Bm]stomping on the tops of pines.
We [D]rest as death lays on his knife.
[D]The moon ain't pulling at the waves tonight,
It's [F#m]dragging me around just like it drug the tide.[G]
Oh, these great hands that pull my life,
They [D]drug me outside of y'all's [A]house last night
Where I said,
[D]"Pack it up boys. Gather all your stuff.
In this [F#m]old money town, it's easy to get stuck."[G]
I left the flashlights by the road, uh-oh-way-[D]oh
and an [A]atlas to follow.
(BACK TO CHORUS) x2
We [D]rest as death lays on his knife.
We [D]rest as death lays on his knife.
We [D]rest as death lays on his knife.
We Have Cause To Be Uneasy
Standard Tuning
[D]Go back, baby, the way you came.[F#m]
I made a trail to mark the way.[G]
Drops of wine and crumbs of flesh,
[D]Hurry back, child, [A]before you're dead.
[D]I can't pretend now that you're alive.[F#m]
I know I'm dancing with the dead tonight.[G]
Heaving bodies in the front yard lights,
They're [D]easing off the glory of the [A]truth denied.
(CHORUS)
[Bm]This little light of mine,
Shine [D]bright and blind the reaper's eyes.
Hear you [Bm]stomping on the tops of pines.
We [D]rest as death lays on his knife.
[D]The moon ain't pulling at the waves tonight,
It's [F#m]dragging me around just like it drug the tide.[G]
Oh, these great hands that pull my life,
They [D]drug me outside of y'all's [A]house last night
Where I said,
[D]"Pack it up boys. Gather all your stuff.
In this [F#m]old money town, it's easy to get stuck."[G]
I left the flashlights by the road, uh-oh-way-[D]oh
and an [A]atlas to follow.
(BACK TO CHORUS) x2
We [D]rest as death lays on his knife.
We [D]rest as death lays on his knife.
We [D]rest as death lays on his knife.