Chords for Ray Wylie Hubbard - Black Wings - Lonestar Music - 14 Jan 2010

Well, maybe not.
Alright, so we'll do a [E] _ [Ab]
little song here.
[Bb] When I was about 11 [G] years old,
my [F] grandmother caught me smoking a corncob pipe
out [B] behind her smokehouse.
And [N] as she was beating me, _
[Abm] even at that age, I [E] could see the irony.
[G] Smoking at the smokehouse.
_ She always [N] said the only way I was going to get to heaven
was to be on black wings.
And I said, well, forgive me, they're okay.
She just beat me harder.
[G] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Fly away on them old wings,
black as they may be.
[C] Believe in [Ab] what you leave [Cm] behind
is burned up [G] junk debris.
An everlasting dying [Gm] soul's died
at a hotel in St.
Marie.
_ Fly away on [C] them old wings,
black [G] as they may be. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Fly away on them old wings,
black as they may [Gm] be.
[Cm] Shimmering like a less-landed hammer
[G] and beaten three.
Or a shaken _ tambourine
at a gospel jubilee. _
[C] _ Fly away on them [Cm] old wings now,
[G] black as they may be. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Fly away on them old wings,
black as they may [C] be.
Strumming on a stellar guitar
and singing [G] D14.
Well, that ain't much of a repertoire,
no, no, sirree.
[C] Fly away on them old wings,
black [G] as they may _ _ be. _
Fly _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
away on them old wings,
black as they may be.
[C]
Jangling and a-jangling
all the [G] way to Tennessee.
Rusting an 8-2 old jet
and a 9-volt battery.
[C] Fly away on them old wings,
black as [G] they may be.
_ _ Fly away on them old wings,
black as they may be.
[Cm] You're never gonna reach the sun
or the [G] sunset marquee.
You'll die like a saint on high
alongside gamblers and thieves.
Whoa!
[Cm] Fly away on them old wings,
black [G] as they may be. _
Black as they may be.
Uh-huh. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] Thank you very much.