[Intro]
Bm D Gmaj7
[Verse 1]
Bm D
As a child it was the place names
Gmaj7
Singin' at me as the first thing
Bm A
How the mouth must be employed in every
F#m
corner of itself
G D
To say ""Appalacicola"" or ""Hushpukena""
Gmaj7
like ""Gweebarra""
Em A D
A promise softly sung of somewhere else
[Chorus]
G
And as a young man blessed to pass so
Bm
many road signs
G
And have my foreign ear made fresh again
A F#m
on each unlikely sound
G D
But feel at home, hearin' a music that
Bm F#m
few still understand
Em A
A butchered tongue still singin' here
D
above the ground
[Verse 2]
Bm D
The ears were chopped from young men if
G
the pitch cap didn't kill them
Bm A
They are buried without scalp in the
F#m
shattered bedrock of our home
G D
You may never know your fortune
G Em
Until the distance has been shown between
A
what is lost forever
D
And what can still be known
[Chorus]
G
So far from home to have a stranger call
Bm
you, darling
G
And have your guarded heart be lifted
A F#m
like a child up by the hand
G D
In some town that just means 'Home' to
Bm F#m
them, with no translator left to sound
Em A
A butchered tongue still singin' here
D
above the ground
Bm D Gmaj7 F#m
Bm D Gmaj7 Bm
