Tom: G
C Am7 A D
We tell of all our oxbows
D C
without yielding a word
C Am7 A D G Em F
and foster them to willing eyes that look up and then down, down.
F D D7
Who says the nights are black enough
G A
without whiskey, beer and wine?
Bb F A
Who doubt the world we come from,
A G A D Db G Bm
Db7 F#m A G E
Who said the summer nights go missing
[Chorus]
E A
I'll declare:
A F#m E Db7
I'll raise a glass high, no, you'll no longer be there.
D A F#m E
So, this is on my time, I'll breathe the sweetest air,
Db7 D A
I'll chance the bright light.
A F#m E
To that which falls on deaf ears,
A Dbm7 D
I'll hold my head high.
Dm A
[Verse]
C A D C
The gaming and the modest talk will end inside the van,
C A
where floodgates open and drown the cause down, down, down.
D G Em
F D D7
These drunken impediments
G A Bb G A G A
will fall out of six dusty cottonmouths
Db7 F#m D G E
and so, the summer nights go missing
[Outro]
E A
I'll declare:
A F#m D Db7
I'll hold my head high; no, you'll no longer be there
D A F#m E
So this is on my time, I'll breathe the sweetest air
Db7 D A
I'll cast a blind eye
A F#m E Db7
To that which falls on deaf ears, I'll hold my head high
D Dm A G D A
