Broken Parakeet Blues : Intro - D A G D A D (xx0232@1) East of the village and west of the trees G (320003@1)Up on the high ground where the soldiers would stand DCooling (xx0232@1)themselves in the sulfurous breeze A (x02220@1) GIt (320003@1)seemed like something to lose DThe (xx0232@1)houses were filled with flattering hosts GIn (320003@1)tight shirts and compliments for soldiers and ghosts DUp (xx0232@1)on the high ground blowing their loads D (xx0232@1) GFor (320003@1)the cowgirls left back home DHow (xx0232@1)can you say there's nothing to lose ASinging (x02220@1)your broken parakeet blues GOn (320003@1)the side of the highway lighting the fuse D (xx0232@1) ABlack (x02220@1)like the crows from the cattlecar fumes DYeah, (xx0232@1)up on the highway near 29 Palms AI (x02220@1)saw busloads of soldiers rolling along GAnd (320003@1)people like crows on the side of the road D (xx0232@1) AWaving (x02220@1)goodbye to lovers and sons DThe (xx0232@1)soldiers were boys, there were brown ones and fat ones AWhite (x02220@1)ones and cool ones and camouflaged black ones GSweet (320003@1)ones and cruel ones but I didn't see D (xx0232@1) AAnybody (x02220@1)I thought had money like me DSome (xx0232@1)were sleeping, some dreaming, some quietly weeping AOut (x02220@1)of 29 Palms the buses kept creeping GRight (320003@1)through the desert and out to the shore D (xx0232@1) A29 (x02220@1)Palms won't see 'em no more DHow (xx0232@1)can you say there's nothing to lose ASinging (x02220@1)your broken parakeet blues GOn (320003@1)the side of the highway lighting the fuse D (xx0232@1) ABlack (x02220@1)like the crows from the cattlecar fumes DHow (xx0232@1)can you just wave farewell to them AKnowing (x02220@1)what you know and where you have been GOn (320003@1)the side of the highway lighting the fuse D (xx0232@1) ASinging (x02220@1)your broken parakeet blues D (xx0232@1) A (x02220@1) DHow (xx0232@1)can you say there's nothing to lose D (xx0232@1) A (x02220@1) G (320003@1) D (xx0232@1)A (x02220@1)D (xx0232@1) East of the village and west of the trees G (320003@1)Up on the high ground where the soldiers would stand DCooling (xx0232@1)themselves in the sulfurous breeze A (x02220@1) GWe (320003@1)all crowed those parakeet blues