Church of the Long Grass John Wort Hannam Album: Queen's Hotel http://www.johnworthannam.com/ Verse D///F#///Bm///G/// D///A///G///D/// D///F#///Bm///G/// D///A///G///D/// Bridge F#m///F#m///Bm///Bm/// F#m///F#m///G///A////A/// Chorus G///D///G///D/// G///D///A///A/// G///D///G///D/// G///D///A///D///D/// Lyrics 35 degrees for the last six days sure as hell hasnt hell the Blaremore blaze But I can see that its raining in the hills tonight All wrapped up in a blanket of haze, fifty thousand acres of timbre raised But I can see that its raining in the hills tonight Bridge I never found salvation in Jesus, whiskey or pills, I never found any money or the good book, I found it here in these hills Chorus And I belong to the church of the long grass, in the parish of the Porcupine Hills Where the Grass can grow as tall as an old timers tale, some say longer still And I belong to the church of the long grass, in the parish of the Porcupine Hills Ive always seen this land as holy, I guess I always will Siddy was my girl form the age of fifteen, a home coming and a beauty queen And I hear shes still reigning in the town tonight She fancied a fellow, buddy and mean, sad left me cryin like some old has been And I hear shes still reigning in the town tonight Bridge Blue can be, a little temperamental, hes a reliable steel If you reign em tight, and sit tall in the saddle hell give you what you need Chorus