Crows Locusts

Intro 1:

F
It was the year
                          Am
The crows and the locusts came
    C                      G
The fields drained dry the rain
                       Dm
The fields are bleeding

Intro 2: Am C Csus4 C G


Verse 1:
Am                        F C    
"Daddy don't cry, it'll be 
Csus4 C
alright"
G            Am
She puts some water on the wound
And hums a little tune
    F      C                   
While her courage puddles on the 
   G
ground
F        G     F
Pooling, pooling

Verse 2:
Am                          F C  
See the murder and the swarm 
Csus4 C
descend
G      Am
And the night is getting thick
The moon telling her tricks
 F     C                    G
She'd betray her every time

Chorus
           F
It was the year
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                          Am
The crows and the locusts came
    C                      G
The fields drained dry the rain
                     F
The fields are bleeding
           F
It was the age
                       Am
The foxes came for the fields
C                             
We were bleeding as we bowed to 
  G
kneel
And prayed for mercy, prayed for 
F
mercy

    Am
The rumble is low and the heat is 
high
      G                            
Got a feeling that there's rain out
        F
 in the oil black sky
      Am
Gonna chase away the devil when that
 sun does rise
      F
Gonna plead the blood
      F
Gonna plead the blood

Instrumental: Am G E F Dm Am E
              F  C E F Dm Am E
              F  C E F Dm Am E
              F  C E F Dm Am E

Chorus
           F
It was the year
                          Am
The crows and the locusts came
    C                      G
The fields drained dry the rain
               F
The fields are bleeding
           F
It was the age
                       Am
The foxes came for the fields
C                             
We were bleeding as we bowed to 
  G
kneel
And prayed for mercy, prayed for 
F
mercy

     Am
She limps on up to the top of a 
mount
G                     F
Looks at the faltered harvest
           Am
Feels her sweat in the ground and 
the burn in her nose
        G
And the knowing in her gut
            F
Something's still gonna grow

She ain't leaving 'till it does.


Am            Em       C
What can wash away my sin
G                     F
Nothing but the blood
Am               Em    C
What can make me whole again
G                    F
Nothing but the blood