Four Winds

Capo 3rd fret

Em, C, G, Am, G, Am, C  x4

Vers:
     Em                     
Your class, your caste, your 
                     C
country, sect, your name or your 
tribe
       G                           
There's people always dying trying 
   Am
to keep them alive
    G                     Am
His body's decomposing in containers
 tonight
      C
In an abandoned building where

  Em                          
A squatter's made a mural of a 
 C
Mexican girl
     G                             
With fifteen cans of spray paint in
   Am
 a chemical swirl
     G                           
She's standing in the ashes at the 
Am
end of the world
          C
Four winds blowing through her hair

Omk:
               Am    D         
But when great Satan's gone, the 
          Am  D
whore of Babylon
        C        G                
She just can't sustain the 
C          G
pressure where it's placed
    Am
She caves

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Em, C, G, Am, G, Am, C

Vers:
    Em                             
The Bible's blind, the Torah's 
      C
deaf, the Qur'an is mute
         G                         
If you burn them all together you'd
       Am
 get close to the truth
             G                     
Still they're pouring over sanskrit
      Am
 on the ivy league moons
              C
While shadows lengthen in the sun

         Em                        
Cast on a school of meditation 
     C
built to soften the times
    G                              
And hold us at the center while the
 Am
 spiral unwinds
     G                             
It's knocking over fences, crossing
 Am
 property lines
          C
Four winds, cry until it comes

Omk:
             Am     D
And it's the song of man
                  Am    D
Slouching towards Bethlehem
             C        G           
A heart just can't contain all of 
     C     G
that empty space
   Am         D
It breaks, it breaks, (it breaks)

Em, C, Em, C, Em, C, D

Vers:
             Em            
Well, I went back, I rent a 
              C
Cadillac, a company jet
      G                       
Like a newly orphaned refugee, 
 Am
retracing my steps
        G                      Am
All the way to Cassadega to commune 
with the dead
            C
They said, "You'd better look alive"

          Em                       
And I was off to old Dakota where a
  C
 genocide sleeps
       G                           
In the black hills, the bad lands, 
    Am
the calloused east
  G                    Am
I buried my ballast, I made my peace
                C
With four winds, levelling the pines

Omk:
               Am     D        
But when great Satan's gone, the 
          Am  D
whore of Babylon
        C       G                 
She just can't remain with all 
  C     G
that outer space
    Am         D          Am     
She breaks, she breaks, she 
   D
caves, she caves.

Em