Provisions

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[Intro 1]
[D]
[G]There's a

[Verse 1]
dead deer
in the road up ahead
Must be [D]an omen
[G]From an hour ago or so
Must have [D]been chosen
[G]And the day moves fast,
and the day moves slow
Don't [D]I know it
[G]And I never met a morning
that I didn't like
And I never met [D]a night that I
wouldn't try twice
[G]You should go before the dawn
Cast no [D]shadows
[G]But I'm already gone, mm
[D]

[Verse 2]
And grab provi[F#m]sions
[G]There's nothing for a
hundred [D]miles
[G]And cast your vis[F#]ion
[F#m]On the da[G]rk road
For a while
[D]

[Verse 3]
[G]Storm is coming now,
it sits in a cloud
And soon [D]the sky will open up its big mouth
I feel it [G]in my bones, I feel so alone
My heart's [D]the guitar,
and my mouth the piano
I [G]have many teeth in many
different keys
Honey, [Dm]if you're good,
[D]then don't do it for free
Do what I [G]have to do,
say what I have to say
[D]Put a quarter in my jukebox
then be on your way
And grab [F#m]provisions

[Verse 4]
There's [G]nothing for a
hundred [D]miles
And cast your vis[F#m]ion
On [G]a memory
For a while
[D]

[Verse 5]
[G]Pu erto Rican bride with tears in her eyes
On her wedding [D]day
[G]Oh, loves a parade,
but don't just give it away
Choose carefully
[D]Con[G]fetti in my hand,
are you ready to be a man?
Are you in[D]side the kingdom or just
dead where you stand?
[G]And the tin cans drum on
the pavement
And some[D]body yells,
"Someone save us"
You were a [G]wishing well,
oh, inside of hell
And I'd stand [D]over you and
I'd laugh as it fell
Wish you would [G]come again
As lov[D]ers or friends,
I don't care but 'til then
Grab pro[F#m]visions

[Verse 6]
[G]There's nothing for a hundred [D]miles
And cast [F#m]your vision
On [G]a melody

[Interlude 1]
For a while
[D][G][D][G]
[D][G][D][G]
[D]

[Verse 7]
[G]Oh, sound off, one, two
[D]Three, four, who's at the door?
And [G]five, six, who is this?
[D]And seven, eight, I'm feeling fine
And [G]sound off, one, two
[D]Three, four, get on the floor
[G]And five, six, pick up sticks
[D]And seven, eight, who's at the gate?
Oh, [G]and sound off, one, two
[D]Three, four, who's at my door
And [G]five, six, who is this?
[D]And seven, eight, mm-mm-mm

[Verse 8]
Grab Grab Grab provi[F#m]sions
There's [G]nothing for a hundred [D]miles
And cast your vis[F#m]ion
On the dark [G]road
For a while