Cicada

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My old man he works five hours
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when most folk open their eyes
    D                Am
His knees are givin' out
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But he says sweats how, he survives

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My mama worked at a nursing home
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She told me what they say
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As they died they whispered
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Not to give one day away

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My grandpa was a mason
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He laid brick till his hat was hung
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He told me two cicadas sang him songs
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When he was wild and young

D                    Am
All these years that hurry by
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Keep taking too damn long
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Soon enough you'll hear the sound
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Of sound of cicadas singin' their song

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Singin' oooooh, oooooh, oooooh, oooooh

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Often times I think of them like a choir from back home
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Distance has an awful way to make a boy feel alonе
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I'll send him letters and stamp thеm twice
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To make sure that they send

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You send me sounds of that old place
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And the cicadas in the wind

       D   Am  C   G   D   Am  C   G
Singin oooooh, oooooh, oooooh, oooooh

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Me and all my buddies ran those hills till they turn black
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Remembering Randal"s smile and then a baseball cap
D                Am
We lost him with his front-end
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wrapped around a tree

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Not a day goes by that I don't wish that boy was me

       D   Am  C   G
Singin oooooh, oooooh
       D   Am  C   G
Singin oooooh, oooooh

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Those cicadas singin as we all bring our sorry asses home
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The middle of the spring as the moonlight rings
      C         G
Youll never be alone
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Those cicadas singin as we all bring our sorry asses home
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In the middle of the spring as the moonlight rings
      C         G
Youll never be alone

       D   Am  C   G   D   Am  C   G
Singin oooooh, oooooh, oooooh, oooooh