Pale Sun
Cowboy Junkies
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Am Em Fifty miles from Dakota territoryC E Am Cheyenne scalp hangs from his beltAm Em Found him alone washing in the BighornC E Am a steady aim and he bagged his gameDm Am Pale sun falls without contestDm Am Here is obedient darknessG Am He will not returnAm Em White Cadillac, white man at the wheel,Continúa después del anuncioC E Am white faces on the mountain, wounds that will never healAm Em Black clouds overhead, old man says looks like rainC E Thieves' Road winds to the BlackAm Hills sign says South Dakota, U.S.A.Dm Am Grass plains stretch to the horizon,Dm Am not a soul can be found on themG Am They will not returnBb C C Bb A Am7 A Bb Am7 Bb ABb C C Bb A Am7 A Bb Am7 AAm Old rusted pickup and a mad dog inEm the yard,C E purple paint peels but fails toAm reveal the bitterness that grows insideAm Cloud of dust in the distance,Em strange knock beneath my hoodC E Is it better to have words leftAm unsaid than to have words misunderstood?Dm Am Pale sun falls without contestDm Am Here is obedient darknessG Am It will returnG Am I know it will returnG Am It will return.