Canola Fields

Lời & hợp âm

[Verse 1]
[Em]I wa[C]s thinking 'bout you, cross
[G]ing Southern [C]Alberta
Canola fields [D]on a July day
[C]About the same chartreuse
as that sixty-n[G]ine Bug
Bug
You used to [Em]drive around [D]San [C]Jose

[Verse 2]
Never knew [C]where my old white
Lincol[G]n might take you
[C]Party on wheels with sui[D]cide doors
Bring the kid[C]s and the dogs
[G]and your grandma too
[D]We al [Em]ways had room [D]for [C]more
'Til that white-knuckle ride ride
back from [G]Santa Cruz
Second-be[C]st surfer surfer
on the cent[D]ral coast
Had [C]you wrapped up all the way
back [G]to Los Gatos
[D]And I c[Em]ould've cut[D] his[C] throat
And it wasn't like we were
[G]an item to start with
It had [D]no basis [Em]in fact
But the whis[C]key could push me
to sud[G]den extremes
I don't wanna think about [D]that,
I don't wanna [C]think about [G]that[C]

[Verse 3]
Take my [Em]hand, Mar[D]ie[C]
Take a [G]death grip [D]on some part of [C]me
Keep me from [G]drifting [D]far out to sea
[Em]Or I'll be lost out [D]ther[C]e
[G][D][Em][C][G]

[Verse 4]
[D]
We all drif[C]ted away with
the days [G]getting shorter
Seek[C]ing our place
in the great[D]er scheme
Kid[C]s and careers and a vague
[G]sense [D]of order
[Em]Busting [D]apart [C]at the seams
I heard you switched coasts,
moved [G]in with your sister
I [C]doubt you'd have called it fa[D]milial bliss
We [C]met up in Brooklyn
before [G]it went hip[D]ster
You [Em]car ried your keys[D] i[C]n your fist
In a way back corner of a cross-town [G]bus
bus
We were [D]hiding out under my [Em]hat
[C]Cashing in on a thirty-year [G]crush
crush
You can't be young and do [D]that
You can't [C]be young and do [G]that[C]
Take my [Em]hand, Marie

[Verse 5]
[D]
[C]Take a dea[G]th grip
[D]on some part of [C]me
Keep me from [G]drifting [D]far out to sea
[Em]Or I'll be lost out [D]ther[C]e
Or I'll be [Em]lost [D]out [C]there[D]

[Interlude 1]
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[D]

[Verse 6]
I was think[C]ing 'bout you crossing
South[G]ern [C]Alberta
Canola fields at har[D]vest time
Looked like tumble[C]weeds
all raked [G]up into rows
[Em]Brown rusty [G]contour [C]lines
And there's not much moving
on the [G]ro mance radar
[C]Not that I'm craving it [D]all that much
But I still [C]need to feel [G]every once in a while
[D]The war[G]mth of [D]a smile and a touch
[C]And in a way back corner
of a cross-town [G]bus
bus
We were hid[D]ing out under my [Em]hat
[C]Cashing in on a thirty-year [G]crush
crush
You can't be young and do [D]that
You can't be [C]young and do [G]that
You can't be young and do [D]that
You can't be [C]young and do [G]that[C]

[Verse 7]
Take my [Em]hand, [D]Mar[C]ie
Take a [G]death grip [D]on some part of [C]me
Keep me from [G]drifting [D]far out to sea
[Em]Or I'll be lost out [D]ther[C]e
I'll be [Em]lost [D]out [C]there
I'll be [Em]lost [D]out [C]there