Cracked Windshield chords by Hiss Golden Messenger

I think the F#m is played with the top two strings open: x44x00
So it's a sort of F#m7/C#

A  E  F#m  A  x4


Verse:

A         E       F#m      A
Drifting down the line like the gospel ship
A    E        F#m      A
Magnolia ringing all the bells my head
   A       E      F#m        A
I can feel October coming on the back-scratch wind
A      E          F#m        A
Red weather calling through the cracked windshield

A        E       F#m        A
Quite a few have fallen on the path back there
      A     E        F#m      A
When their mamas come calling it's the saddest thing
A         E    F#m          A
Some are dead and buried, some are never found
    A      E       F#m       A
If you feel a storm coming, better shut your mouth


Chorus:

    A    E
I was a dreamer, babe
    F#m      A
When I set out on the road
  A   E        F#m A
But did I say that I could find my way home?
    A     E        F#m       A
Cracked windshield light - will you be the death of me?
  A    E      F#m    A       E
Oh, burn it, babe - just enough to see


Interlude:

A  E  F#m  A  x2


Verse:

   A        E     F#m            A
I've been the king of Bixton and roamed the Bywater 'round
   A    E       F#m        A
I was all the colors of the little river town
    A      E         F#m      A
And the drums of the masses were like a funeral band
     A    E       F#m        A
Then the Lion of Judah came and stole their flag


Interlude:

A  E  F#m  A  x2


Verse:

 A       E          F#m         A
A song is just a feeling and when you make it pay the rent
   A       E          F#m            A
Next thing that you know, you're saying something you'd never say


Chorus:

    A    E
I was a dreamer, babe
    F#m      A
When I set out on the road
  A   E      F#m A
But did I say I could find my way home?
    A     E         F#m       A
Cracked windshield light - don't you take the best of me
  A    E      F#m   A      E
Oh, burn it, babe - just enough to see


Interlude:

A  E  F#m  A  x2


Verse:

A        E   F#m            A
Monday morning, early, getting the kids to school
   A       E    F#m       A
I can fix this, babe - I can fix this, babe
   A        E       F#m       A
I can see the ghosts coming over the tidewater plains
    A      E       F#m      A     E