[Primeira Parte]

                      D                                   Bm
We wiped out all the buffalo around the turn of the last century
            G                                                     
And so it's factories and sawgrass, wheat fields and asphalt laid 
   A
In front of me
                         D                                         
The midwest feels like a hollow place that we filled with love and 
Bm
Industry
          G
And we're staring at the frozen ground in Goodwill suits
A
Silent as the pastor reads the eulogy
     G                A        Bm     A      G
Well I, I wanted to see just a little bit of everything
        A
Let me be
 
[Refrão]

                    D       G                    Bm                
Two blackbirds on a highway sign are laughing at me at four in the 
A
Morning
                         D      G
They played the war drum out of time
           Bm                   A
So I'm not sure where I've been marching
             Bm      D            G
I want to be strong, but it's not easy anymore
               D    A  G
I'm hoping I'm wrong

[Segunda Parte]

                   D                                        Bm
It's sixteen hours straight to home from the heart of north Missouri
         G
And so I search through my great-grandpa's memoirs
                     A
For the devil in my bloodstream
                       D                                     Bm
Depression grabbed his throat and choked the life out of him slowly
           G
I got the same blood coursing through my veins
                  A
It'll come for me eventually

[Terceira Parte]

                       D
I bet I'd be a fucking coward
                          Bm
I bet I'd never have the guts for war
       G
Cause I can't spend another month away from here
       A
These frantic rest stop phone calls don't get answered anymore
    G  A                           Bm     A    G
But I, I wanted to know if I could please come home
            A
So let me know
 
[Refrão]

                    D       G                    Bm                
Two blackbirds on a highway sign are laughing at me at four in the 
A
Morning
                         D      G
They played the war drum out of time
           Bm                   A
So I'm not sure where I've been marching
             Bm      D            G
I want to be strong, but it's not easy anymore
               D    A  G
I'm hoping I'm wrong

I'm hoping I'm wrong

[Ponte]

  D                      A      G
I know how it feels to be at war with a world that never loved me
  D                      A      G
I know how it feels to be at war with a world that never loved me

[Refrão]

                    D       G                    Bm                
Two blackbirds on a highway sign are laughing at me at four in the 
A
Morning
                         D      G
They played the war drum out of time
           Bm                   A
So I'm not sure where I've been marching
             Bm      D            G
I want to be strong, but it's not easy anymore