CAPO: 6th Fret
INTRO: C
On the [F]morning news that brought me '[G]round
They put the [F]Oklahoma bomber [C]down
He might [F]serve in heaven, might burn in [G]hell
But he's [F]no more wishes at the wishing [C]well
I should [F]feel compassion, I know I [G]should
I don't [F]know if his dying does any [C]good
But he was [F]good as gone when the building [G]fell
Ah, when they [F]ran out of wishes at the wishing [C]well
CHORUS:
Ah, [G]lying on his back, eyes [F]open [C]wide
And the [G]prick of the needle and the [F]silent [C]slide
And the [G]Press lined up, with their [F]stories to [C]tell
How there's [F]no more wishes at the wishing [G]well
INSTRUMENTAL: F G F C F G F C
To[F]day I rattled around this [G]town
[F]Hands in my pockets, eyes cast [C]down
And the [F]air as still as the steeple [G]bell
It was [F]dry as a bone at the wishing [C]well
The [F]thunderheads tower over the [G]town
I'll be [F]warm and dry, when the sky falls [C]down
And we [F]might get lucky, but you never can [G]tell
It was [F]dry as a bone at the wishing [C]well
CHORUS:
Ah, [G]lying on his back, eyes [F]open [C]wide
And the [G]prick of the needle and the [F]silent [C]slide
And the [G]Press lined up, with their [F]stories to [C]tell
How there's [F]no more wishes at the wishing [G]well
INSTRUMENTAL: F G F C F G F C
On the [F]morning news that brought me '[G]round
They put the [F]Oklahoma bomber [C]down
INTRO: C
On the [F]morning news that brought me '[G]round
They put the [F]Oklahoma bomber [C]down
He might [F]serve in heaven, might burn in [G]hell
But he's [F]no more wishes at the wishing [C]well
I should [F]feel compassion, I know I [G]should
I don't [F]know if his dying does any [C]good
But he was [F]good as gone when the building [G]fell
Ah, when they [F]ran out of wishes at the wishing [C]well
CHORUS:
Ah, [G]lying on his back, eyes [F]open [C]wide
And the [G]prick of the needle and the [F]silent [C]slide
And the [G]Press lined up, with their [F]stories to [C]tell
How there's [F]no more wishes at the wishing [G]well
INSTRUMENTAL: F G F C F G F C
To[F]day I rattled around this [G]town
[F]Hands in my pockets, eyes cast [C]down
And the [F]air as still as the steeple [G]bell
It was [F]dry as a bone at the wishing [C]well
The [F]thunderheads tower over the [G]town
I'll be [F]warm and dry, when the sky falls [C]down
And we [F]might get lucky, but you never can [G]tell
It was [F]dry as a bone at the wishing [C]well
CHORUS:
Ah, [G]lying on his back, eyes [F]open [C]wide
And the [G]prick of the needle and the [F]silent [C]slide
And the [G]Press lined up, with their [F]stories to [C]tell
How there's [F]no more wishes at the wishing [G]well
INSTRUMENTAL: F G F C F G F C
On the [F]morning news that brought me '[G]round
They put the [F]Oklahoma bomber [C]down