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| | Dm | Em |
| | Six o'clock s | ilence, |
| | F | Em |
| Of a | new day begin | ning |
| | Dm | G | A |
| | Is heard in the | small Texas | town |
| | Dm | Em |
| | Like a signal from | nowhere |
| | F | Em |
| The | people who | live there |
| | Dm | G | A |
| | Are up and they're m | oving ar | ound |
| | D7 |
| 'Cause there's | bacon to fry |
| | G7 |
| And there's | biscuits to bake |
| | D7 | G7 |
| | On the stove that the Salvation A | rmy won't take |
| | D7 |
| | And you open the windows |
| | G7 |
| And you | turn on the fan |
| | A | A/G |
| 'Cause it's | hotter than | hell |
| | A/F | A/E |
| When the | sun hits the | land |
| Well they own the grocery |
| That sells most of all that you need |
| They've been up and working |
| They've got the whole village to feed |
| So you can't see the flies |
| That settle on round steak |
| And the cafe they're open |
| The coffee is bubbling hot |
| And all the folks that ain't working |
| Gonna sit there 'till sundown |
| And talk about what they ain't got |
| Someone just threw a clutch |
| It seems like they been riding |
| And the well has gone dry |
| Seems their grown kids don't care |
| ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ |
| TEXAS TRILOGY: TRAIN RIDE |
|-3--|-3--|-3--|
|-3--|-3--|-3--|
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|-0--|-3--|-2--|
|-2--|----|-3--|
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| | G |
| Well, the | last time I remember |
| | F |
| That | train stoppin at the depot |
| | C |
| Was when | me and my Aunt Veta |
| | G |
| Came | riding back from Waco |
| | G |
| I re | member I was wearing |
| | F |
| My long | pants and we was sharing |
| | C |
| Conversa | tion with a man |
| | G |
| Who sold | ball-point pens and paper |
| | F | C |
| And the t | rain stopped once in C | lifton |
| | G |
| Where my | Aunt bought me some ice cream |
| | F | C |
| And my M | om was there to | meet us |
| | G |
| When the t | rain pulled into Kopperl |
| | F | C | G |
| But now | kids at | night break | window lights |
| | F | C | G |
| And the | sound of | trains on | ly remains |
| | F | C | G |
| In the m | emory o | f the | ones like me |
| | F | C | G |
| Who have t | urned their | backs on the | splintered cracks |
| | F | C | G |
| In the w | alls that | stand on the | railroad land |
| | F | C | G |
| Where we | used to | play and then | run away |
| I remember me and brother |
| Used to run down to the depot |
| Just to listen to the whistle blow |
| When the train pulled into Kopperl |
| And the engine's big and shiny |
| Black as coal that fed the fire |
| And the engineer he'd smile and say, |
| "Howdy, how you fellows?" |
| And the people by the windows |
| Playing cards and reading papers |
| As next summer's school vacation |
| ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ |
| TEXAS TRILOGY: BOSQUE COUNTRY ROMANCE |
| | C | F |
| Mary M | artin was a s | choolgirl |
| | C | F |
| | When she married Billy | Archer |
| | D | G |
| About | fourteen years | ago |
| | F | G |
| Not | even out of | high school |
| | C | F |
| Folks | said it wouldn't | last |
| | D |
| But when you | grow up in the country |
| | G |
| You grow up mighty | fast |
| | C | F |
| They | married in a | hurry |
| | G | C |
| In M | arch before school was | out |
| | C | F |
| Folks | said that she was | pregnant, |
| | D | G |
| "Just | wait and you'll find | out." |
| | F | G |
| It c | ame about that w | inter |
| | C | F |
| One g | ray November | morn |
| | C |
| | The first of many more to come |
| | C |
| | And cattle is their game |
| | D | G |
| They | give to the acres that they | own |
| | F | G |
| If the | Brazos don't run d | ry |
| | C | F |
| And the | newborn calves they don't | die |
| | C | Am |
| A | nother year from Mary will have | flown |
| | C | G | C |
| | Another year from M | ary will have f | lown |
| Now Billy kept what cattle |
| As he went bouncing across the cactus |
| But the cows were sick and skinny |
| And the weeds was all that grew |
| But Billy kept the place alive |
| And Mary cooked the supper |
| And Mary scrubbed the clothes |
| Kept the rattlesnakes away |
| And how she kept on smiling |
| Was a curse upon the land |
| Could give ol' Bill a helping hand |
| The ground was cracked and broken |
| And the truck was out of gas |
| And cows can't feed on prickly pear |
| Well the weather got the water |
| And a snake bite took a child |
| And a fire in the old barn |
| Took the hay that Bill had piled |
| The mortgage got the money |
| And the screw worm got the cows |
| The years have come for Mary |
| She's waiting for them now |
| CODA (repeat DAYBREAK VERSE 1 in Am) |
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