On Palastine
By JJ Grey and Mofro
Transcribed by Slobrien (aka Mike O)

Intro Em D Am Em 

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That stormy morning felt like a dream 
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he told me then  of what he'd seen 

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A child a man  in times gone bad 
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faces of stone  lined hard and sad 

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One Sunday day  they all came home 
              Am                    Em              
all that they had  was burned and gone 
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The timber men  their pistols gleamed 
           Am             Em                      
a lifetime lost  on Palastine 


          Em                  D                   
He made a stand  he would not run 
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he dropped the hoe  and picked up the gun 

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And then one night he disappeared 
           Am                  Em                     
it fed the worst of all their fears 

           Em                   D
They found him quiet  high in a tree 
        Am              Em                               
he flew away  from Palastine
 
              Em               D                        
Then came the day  they moved away 
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more gunmen came they could not stay 

            Em        D
To Glen St. Mary  to Olustee 
              Am            Em                                                    
but we still dream  of Palastine