Key: Bb ♫ Intro: N.C. I come from a long line of dead people N.C. I come from a tall pile of bones N.C. My people lie sleeping all under the world N.C. Bb Their souls turn to roots, leaves and stones. ♫ Chorus: Bb Bb7 Eb Bb I come from a long line of dead people Bb F I come from a tall pile of bones Bb Bb7 Eb Bb My people lie sleeping all under the world Bb F Bb Their souls turn to roots, leaves and stones.
♫ Verse 1: Bb Bb7 Eb Bb My grandpa went by whiskey in an L.A. hotel Bb F His dad died of Ohio coal Bb Bb7 Eb Bb And before him, and before that, they slipped under the ground Bb F Bb Fewer bones walk above than below. ♫ Instrumental: Bb Bb7 Eb Bb Bb F Bb ♫ Verse 2: Bb Bb7 Eb Bb My great grandmother’s eyes stare out from my face Bb F Her skinny bones dance around in my clothes Bb Bb7 Eb Bb You can almost hear the whisper of her sweet southern song Bb F Bb In this voice I’ve been calling my own. ♫ Bridge: Bb A toast to the living, watch us walk down the aisle Bb F Bb So these bones can be married to the flesh for awhile. Bb A song, a song for the living, though the flesh worries when Bb F Bb These bones will be leaving to join family again. ♫ Chorus: Bb Bb7 Eb Bb I come from a long line of dead people Bb F I come from a tall pile of bones Bb Bb7 Eb Bb My people lie sleeping all under the world Bb F Bb Their souls turn to roots, leaves and stones. ♫ Outro: Bb Bb7 Eb Bb Mmhmm mmhmm mmhmmmmm Bb F Bb Mmhmm mmhmm mmhmm
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