C
We'd feel much better if we sunk this treasure
    Am             G
And laid our armor down
F
These precious metals and these captain's letters
C                     G
They are no use to us now
C
In the day we struggle with fatigue much greater
     Am        G
Than any offer was
F
We bow down and worship these bandits and cowboys
C                        G
Unable to hold their own guns
F
I know that soldiers are not paid to think
    C            G         F         (F)
But something is making us sick
C
Onward and steady
G
Able and young
       F             G        C
In the valley of the low, low sun

C
In the shade we wander along a highway's shoulder
  Am               G
Into the back of beyond
F
Burning the daylight into a pastime
C                     G
That's too wise to come more than once
C
It's boom boom thunder ain't no sleep coming
      Am                G
Out mining a slippery world
    F
Of snow covered beaches and junkyards of diesel
      C                   G
And bombers named after girls
     F
On bridges of black ice not built for the rush
           C            G            F      (F)
There's a new kind of beast getting up
          C
That's stranger than fiction
G
Speaking in tongue
         F            G        C
In the valley of the low, low sun

C               Em
Hold on for the slow turning
F                           G
Smoke if you've got 'em boys
                      Em7
This is bottom hiding out
                 Am
Down under the stairs
G
Tomorrow has come
          G/Ab*
Like it's drunk on the blood
       Am             G           F
Of the men who have dared to be there

C G F C G (Hold)

      C
The earth's still climbing as it keeps on grinding
    Am                 G
Its way up around the sun
    F
As cool water crashes down to the masses
  C                          G
Bootlegged and bottled like rum
     C
My dreams are humble, lean as arrows
   Am                   G
Streetwise, ready, and fair
       F
As we bum rush the ages tied to the rails
    C                        G
On high seas not fit to be sailed
    F
Whatever we've taken does feel like heaven
     C         G              F
But baby, we just look like hell
C
Act like you mean it
         G
where paradise was
         F            G        C
In the valley of the low, low sun
C
Act like you mean it
         G
where paradise was

         F            G        C
In the valley of the low, low sun

(C G Am G F G C)
(Play for only one beat each, repeat ad lib and end on C)