Am G Been walking the dirt floor, my eyes are open Lord C F Where did you go, have we just left you bored? Am G On down this unholy well we rolled C F Stirring barrels in hell to be warm G C It's further back down than the high ground F Am Ain't milk and honey, we're movin' round G F Only one thing is certain G That's everybody Am Everybody's hurting Am G We come from the country where the rain follows plow C F And the evenings are cold enough to pluck your feathers out Am F C We hear your engines roaring deep and loud G Am As we work the mules on this bludgeoned ground Am F We've hunted these hills dry Dm G7 C Am We've long outlasted the winter and our last wood pile F Only one thing is certain G That's everybody Am Everybody's hurting Am G Through rolling acres of boneyards we drift C F Our spirits' been broken been splintered to bits Am F Faith is believing what you see ain't so Dm G7 My sweetheart we've got to learn to live with these ghosts Dm G7 They can't leave; we can't... G7 C F G go... Am F Am G We'd sell this valley if we could go north C F Where the sun sets dripping buckets of gold Am G Through snow topped thunderheads and rows of wind clouds C F Coming down this mountain how sweet salvation sounds G C With our hands out like lowly pilgrims F Am As the old men death salute the young ones in G F Already know what we're just learning G That's everybody Am Everybody's hurting
