2 acessos
Intro: C, F, C, F C Here I am standing firm, F As the ground shakes beneath me, C F I send you away with my own hand. C F I try and try to remember, that for now it's for the better, C F But there's a Southern kind of tragic blowing in. Am F Oh it feels like the beginning of the end. C G Am Well the Alabama moon fell from the sky, F C G And the sweet tea wells ran dry, C G Am Somewhere out there you're finding yourself, F G C But back home it's the end of time. F, C, F C I'm scared to death, pick up your phone, F Outside I hear the bells ringing, C F Bringing ruin to all that we have ever known. C Pick up your phone, I need an answer, F (F#m, F) Come home and call off disaster, C F 'Cause I fear tonight our Cotton Land might fall. Am F Oh I'm cracking like the plaster on the wall. C G Am Oh the Alabama moon fell from the sky, F C G And the sweet tea wells ran dry, C G Am Somewhere out there you're finding yourself, F G (C) But back home it's the end of time. Am F C It's the end of time, G E Am Is it the end of all time, D G Or just the end of mine. C G Am Well all of the cotton, it died in the fields, F C G The little babies cried the blue from their eyes, C G Am Somewhere I'll bet you're living it up, F G So come home before the end, C G Am Well the Alabama moon fell from the sky, F C G And the sweet tea wells ran dry, C G Am Somewhere out there you're finding yourself, F G C But back home it's the end of time. F C Hey ey ey ey. F C F Come home, come home and be mine, C F Come home, come home. C Ooh ooh ooh, F Ooh ooh ooh ooh, C Ooh ooh ooh, F Ooh ooh ooh ooh, C Ooh ooh ooh, F C Ooh ooh ooh oooooh ooh.