My first tab ever. Pretty easy and really fun to play and sing with. If you have 
questions/concerns you can catch me on my Youtube Channel (Devoo55) or email me 
directly: dev_723@hotmail.com

Standard Tuning

   Am                             C              G
My heart's stopped pumping but my blood is still alive.

    Am                           C                 G
The rain hits the ground and the trees they dry it up.
(Swallows drop in and dash the sky)

   Am                  C                 G
My eyes wake up but my brain is sleeping fine.
(Tracing lines of cursive on the horizon.)

Am                 C            G
One more thing for you and I to do, before we shut our eyes
(Cutting cat faces in the pines.)

Am               C          G
You blame me and I'll blame you, and we're both right.
(Cutting cat faces in the pines.)

Am          C            G
Cutting cat faces in the pines.
(Cutting cat faces in the pines. Mark the path)

             Am                      C                G
They say his teeth are wood and they want pictures of him.
(Back to the point of departure)

    Am                           C                 G
The rain hits the ground and the trees they dry it up.
(Two by two and four by four the pines they lay it down,)

Am    C    G
We're wood screws, all of our lives.
(And we're wood screws, all of our lives.)

Am    C    G
We're wood screws, all of our lives.
(And we're wood screws, all of our lives.)

    Am                           C                 G
The rain hits the ground and the trees they dry it up.
(I lay down with the southern range.)

   Am                          C                G
My chain hits the wood and the wood it turns to dust.
Swallows drop in and dash the sky

  Am             C             G
I picture you as if you were a pine.
(Tracing lines of cursive on the horizon.)

   Am                             C              G
My heart's stopped pumping but my blood is still alive.
(My heart's stopped pumping but my blood is still alive.)

Am    C    G
We're wood screws, all of our lives.
(Cutting cat faces in the pines.)
 
Am    C    G
We?re wood screws, all of our lives
(Mark the path back to the point of departure)

        Am                             C              G
Well my heart's stopped pumping but my blood is still alive.
(Two by two and four by four the pines they lay me down)

      Am  C                      G
And I lay down with the southern range.
(And I lay down with the southern range.)

  Am  C                      G
I lay down with the southern range.
(I lay down with the southern range.)
  
  Am  C                      G
i lay down with the southern range.
(i lay down with the southern range.)

  Am  C                      G
I lay down with the southern range.
(I lay down with the southern range, with the southern range)

  Am  C                      G
I lay down with the southern range.
(with the southern range I lay down with the southern range, down with the southern range)

  Am  C                      G
I lay down with the southern range.
(with the southern range I lay down with the southern range, down with the southern range)

  Am  C                      G
I lay down with the southern range.
(I lay down with the southern range, down with the southern range)