• Song:

    A Light On A Hill

  • Artist:

    Margot And The Nuclear So And Sos

  • Album:

    The Dust Of Retreat

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Margot And The Nuclear So And So's - A Light On A Hill

Am (x02210@1)         C (x32010@1)That's no way to live
      F (133211@1)           C (x32010@1)        Gall (320003@1)tangled up like balls of string.
Am (x02210@1)       CAnd (x32010@1)we woke at dawn
    F (133211@1)                  C (x32010@1)         Gand (320003@1)watched the sun glide over the hill.

Am C F C G

Am (x02210@1)      CI (x32010@1)just said the first 
       F (133211@1)               C (x32010@1)    Gthree (320003@1)words that popped into my head.
Am (x02210@1)       C (x32010@1)          F (133211@1)                    C (x32010@1)               GLet (320003@1)me off the bus; I'm tired and sore and should probably change clothes.

F (133211@1)                 AmAnd (x02210@1)the circuits are blown,
            F (133211@1)my woman is cold,
                 C (x32010@1)         G (320003@1)our children are stoned and worthless.
F (133211@1)             Am (x02210@1)                 F (133211@1)                      C (x32010@1)       G (320003@1)        (Am)
All waiting for you to tell them the truth. The truth is a line, that you'll never use.

Am C F C G

Am (x02210@1)       CAnd (x32010@1)her dignity
F (133211@1)                    C (x32010@1)         G (320003@1)shown so bright like a light on a hill.
Am (x02210@1)         CAnd (x32010@1)she burned for me, 
       F (133211@1)        C (x32010@1)          Gand (320003@1)no other man came near the flame.
Am (x02210@1)           C (x32010@1)          F (133211@1)                   C (x32010@1)             GAnd (320003@1)back country songs the deafening twang of the rich-white-kid blues
Am (x02210@1)      CYou (x32010@1)can own the stage,
         F (133211@1)                   C (x32010@1)          G (320003@1)but the lights and glares will not make you real.

F (133211@1)             Am (x02210@1)                  FShe (133211@1)whispers to me, I was meant to be free. 
                     C (x32010@1)      GThis (320003@1)life that we've built is deadly. 
F (133211@1)                Am (x02210@1)                         FShe (133211@1)crawls from my bed, puts a comb 'cross her head,
                   C (x32010@1)       G (320003@1)           (Am)
She crawls to the train and drives herself home

Am C F C G

=w= Beautiful song, enjoy.
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