Houses on the Hill Whiskeytown

INTRO: [C F G G C F G G]

VERSE ONE: Well, I [C]found a bunch of letters

They were [F]written for the fellow

Who [G]broke your momma's heart

And the [C]envelope folds [F]smelled of her ancient per[G]fume

[F]I'll bet she didn't [G]know

How to re[C]spond to forty [C/B]blankets of [Am]snow

[Am/G]Caught him out [F]wandering a[G]lone

With no place to [C]go [F C]

CHORUS I: [F] There were stars in the [C]sky

There were [C]houses on the [C/B]hill

There were [Am]bottles and [Am/G]pills

That were [F]easy to buy to [G]keep her warm

From the [C]oncoming storm [F C]

VERSE TWO: Well, I found them in the northwest corner of the attic

In a box labeled "Tinsel and Lights"

Didn't know what I was looking for

Maybe just a blanket or artifacts

Eisenhower sent him to war

He kept her picture in his pocket that was closest to his heart

And when he hit shore, it must have been a target

For the gunner-men

CHORUS II: There were stars in the sky

There were bunkers in the hill

And there were caskets to fill where he would lie

Shrouded in the red, white & blue with the stripes

repeat CHORUS I

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 #Date:&nbsp;Fri,&nbsp;16&nbsp;Jan&nbsp;1998&nbsp;20:02:15&nbsp;-0400 
 #From:&nbsp;Christopher&nbsp;Allan&nbsp;Gehrz&nbsp; 
 #To:&nbsp;guitar@olga.net 
 #Subject:&nbsp;PRO:&nbsp;w/whiskeytown/houses_on_the_hill.pro 
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 #"Houses&nbsp;on&nbsp;the&nbsp;Hill" 
 #�Barland&nbsp;Music/Texas&nbsp;Browndog&nbsp;Music&nbsp;(BMI)/Bug&nbsp;Music 
 #By&nbsp;David&nbsp;Ryan&nbsp;Adams&nbsp;and&nbsp;Caitlin&nbsp;Cary 
 #>From&nbsp;Whiskeytown's&nbsp;album&nbsp;STRANGER'S&nbsp;ALMANAC&nbsp;(Outpost&nbsp;Records/Mood&nbsp;Food&nbsp;Records) 
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 INTRO:&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;[C&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;F&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;G&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;G&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;C&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;F&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;G&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;G] 
 
 VERSE&nbsp;ONE:&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Well,&nbsp;I&nbsp;[C]found&nbsp;a&nbsp;bunch&nbsp;of&nbsp;letters 
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;They&nbsp;were&nbsp;[F]written&nbsp;for&nbsp;the&nbsp;fellow 
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Who&nbsp;[G]broke&nbsp;your&nbsp;momma's&nbsp;heart 
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And&nbsp;the&nbsp;[C]envelope&nbsp;folds&nbsp;[F]smelled&nbsp;of&nbsp;her&nbsp;ancient&nbsp;per[G]fume 
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;[F]I'll&nbsp;bet&nbsp;she&nbsp;didn't&nbsp;[G]know 
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;How&nbsp;to&nbsp;re[C]spond&nbsp;to&nbsp;forty&nbsp;[C/B]blankets&nbsp;of&nbsp;[Am]snow 
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;[Am/G]Caught&nbsp;him&nbsp;out&nbsp;[F]wandering&nbsp;a[G]lone 
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With&nbsp;no&nbsp;place&nbsp;to&nbsp;[C]go&nbsp;[F&nbsp;C] 
 
 CHORUS&nbsp;I:&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;[F]&nbsp;There&nbsp;were&nbsp;stars&nbsp;in&nbsp;the&nbsp;[C]sky 
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There&nbsp;were&nbsp;[C]houses&nbsp;on&nbsp;the&nbsp;[C/B]hill 
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There&nbsp;were&nbsp;[Am]bottles&nbsp;and&nbsp;[Am/G]pills 
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That&nbsp;were&nbsp;[F]easy&nbsp;to&nbsp;buy&nbsp;to&nbsp;[G]keep&nbsp;her&nbsp;warm 
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;From&nbsp;the&nbsp;[C]oncoming&nbsp;storm&nbsp;[F&nbsp;C] 
 
 VERSE&nbsp;TWO:&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Well,&nbsp;I&nbsp;found&nbsp;them&nbsp;in&nbsp;the&nbsp;northwest&nbsp;corner&nbsp;of&nbsp;the&nbsp;attic 
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In&nbsp;a&nbsp;box&nbsp;labeled&nbsp;"Tinsel&nbsp;and&nbsp;Lights" 
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Didn't&nbsp;know&nbsp;what&nbsp;I&nbsp;was&nbsp;looking&nbsp;for 
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Maybe&nbsp;just&nbsp;a&nbsp;blanket&nbsp;or&nbsp;artifacts 
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Eisenhower&nbsp;sent&nbsp;him&nbsp;to&nbsp;war 
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He&nbsp;kept&nbsp;her&nbsp;picture&nbsp;in&nbsp;his&nbsp;pocket&nbsp;that&nbsp;was&nbsp;closest&nbsp;to&nbsp;his&nbsp;heart 
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And&nbsp;when&nbsp;he&nbsp;hit&nbsp;shore,&nbsp;it&nbsp;must&nbsp;have&nbsp;been&nbsp;a&nbsp;target 
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;For&nbsp;the&nbsp;gunner-men 
 
 CHORUS&nbsp;II:&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There&nbsp;were&nbsp;stars&nbsp;in&nbsp;the&nbsp;sky 
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There&nbsp;were&nbsp;bunkers&nbsp;in&nbsp;the&nbsp;hill 
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And&nbsp;there&nbsp;were&nbsp;caskets&nbsp;to&nbsp;fill&nbsp;where&nbsp;he&nbsp;would&nbsp;lie 
 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shrouded&nbsp;in&nbsp;the&nbsp;red,&nbsp;white&nbsp;&&nbsp;blue&nbsp;with&nbsp;the&nbsp;stripes 
 repeat&nbsp;CHORUS&nbsp;I 
 
 
 
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