Boars chords by Haley Heynderickx

• Difficulty: Beginner 👶

Key: Am

Intro:

Am/E Am Em Am

Verse:
Am                      D                        Am
Chicken wire hacks half-facts in the flashbacks, hoofing through the split-shot sod
Am                                D                               Am
There's a crow king cawing at the grunt-snout, mawing through the body of the burially dog
Am                        D                           Am
Ring it out slow, ring it high, make it glow like the crickets in the telephone haze
Am                  D                       Am
Stag-shape runaway, busted-bumper palisade, synchronized, sinusoidal waves

Chorus:
Am                           D
I spent a little time in the castle (I spent a little time in the castle)
Em                   Am
But I never had that dream (but I never had that dream)
Am                               D
I was always hipping through the catgrass
                Em                          Am
Living like the only little slugger who can sing

Verse:
Am                                             D                                     Am
I don't see it, I don't see it, I don't see it clear, but I hear it sometimes pretty good
Am                         D                                             Am
Ricochet flash of a green, bird-fat feather, sweet-singing under keratin hooves
Am                              D                      Am
I've been going back and forth, baby, water, holy war, revolution isn't doing what I used to use it for
Am                      D                    Am
River high, river roar, stray dog, wild boar we were staying at the farm, hearing something in the dark
Am                      D
Dead heather, predator, snuggle-buggy vetiver

Chorus:
Am                      D
Wishing I could just go there
Em                      Am
Wishing I could just go be
Am                                D
Wishing I was hipping through the catgrass
                Em                          Am
Living like the only little slugger who can sing

Verse:
Am                                 D                          Am
Someone called it, caught, then it flit, fawned off in a drip-drawn, reeling kind of rush
Am                                          D                              Am
There's a careful way of falling, there's a quiquiriquí calling and a downy bed of dust over what it maybe was
Am                         D                   Am
So a thanks be to Woody G, gummy sap, stack of leaves. God loving every one of us
Am
Going belly-up and bust, going belly-up and belly-up and
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belly-up and belly-up and belly-up and belly-up and belly-up
Am                       D                     Am
Skip the stream, memory, kerosene kind of heat I remember you more than any kind of truth
Am                               D                      Am
More than blushfern, silversage, ruddy poet on the page, Downy-eared cutty hogs digging in the reservoir
Am                     D
Monserrat money-makers rooting in the rootabega

Chorus:
Am                        D
If we ever make it out of Spain (if we ever make it out of Spain)
Em                           Am
Hoping we don't make it that far (hoping we don't make it that far)
Am                                      D
I'm hoping we'll be hipping through the catgrass, living like the
Em                             Am
biggest little sluggers on the farm (catgrass, living like the biggest little sluggers on the farm)