Thrift Store

G D Em C G D
G D Em C G D


[Verse 1]
G                    D      Em
No use selling those lonely chairs
C                        G    D
To the void they go, and back again
G                       
Now how do I keep framing 
        D       Em
these stories then?
C
Feeling wild and wrought
G              D
By some future hand


[Chorus]
C                                 
Where we swung from the cables of 
G         D
evening's rope
C                                  
Where the nighthawks come tumbling 
G                    D
through the pink and gold
Em                           
Tell me, how do we get back to 
  G           C
feeling the glow
       D     G
Of the early years?


[Verse 2]
G                         D      
Now, I had the fortune of growing
    Em
 up wild
C                      G          
Beneath a willow tree, Midwestern 
D
sky
Continúa después del anuncio
G                     D          
Kept on running those little boy 
Em
thighs
C                                 
Through the fields out back with 
   G       D
the cabbage whites


[Chorus]
C                                 
Where we swung from the cables of 
G         D
evening's rope
C                                 
Where the nighthawks come tumbling
             G        D
 through the pink and gold
Em                           
Tell me, how do we get back to 
  G           C
feeling the glow
       D     G
Of the early years?


[Verse 3]
G                      D        Em
What’s encased in this treasure box?
C                        G        
Some foreign coins and a mirrored 
D
watch
G                           
Now I can’t quite trace these 
  D        Em
memories lost
     C                   G       D
In a rattled time I just rattled off


[Chorus]
C                                 
Could we swing from the cables of 
G         D
evening's rope?
C                                 
Where the nighthawks come tumbling
             G        D
 through the pink and gold
Em                           
Tell me, how do we get back to 
  G           C
feeling the glow
       D     G
Of the early years?

[Solo]
G D Em C G D
G D Em C G D
C G D C G D
Em G C D G

[Verse 4]
G                            D   
Call my ex-lovers, call them one 
   Em
by one
C                         G     
Was I a good man, were we on to 
D
something?
G                                 
Did the light come willing through
     D    Em
 the open door?
       C                     G    
Did we take our time, did we need 
     D
much more?


[Chorus]
C                             
Did we swing from the cables of 
  G         D
evening's rope?
C                                 
Where the nighthawks come tumbling
             G        D
 through the pink and gold
Em                         
I’ve erased this history and 
  G                C
replaced it with hope
        D        G
For the years to come