Chords for Tonio K - 12 - Another Day In Limbo - Strong Hand Of Love (1994)

[G] _ _ Pray for the foothills, home to the [D] drone of power lines and rock doves. _
_ [G] Mountains gray as velvet, fields for dots of [D] yucca, white and hock around us. _
_ [C] Facing the sky as the day burns away, [G] it's a desert in mourning. _ _
_ [C] Shelter in the [G] dead stones, [C] cradle of the [G] lost [C] bones,
home of [Am] eternal comings and [G] goings.
Taking away the sunrise, listening through the window,
angels with dirty faces face another [D] day in [G] limbo.
Beckoning fire from heaven, everything seems so stone cold.
Beating the drums of change, [D] another day in [G] limbo. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ Pray for the foothills, goat herds and [D] windmills and satellite dishes. _ _ _
[G] Where cataract-like talkers meet iron-willed [D] walkers who grant their no wishes. _ _ _
_ [C] Shaking a fist at the air seems to bring [G] only blackening _ skies. _ _
[C] And the crackling [G] [C] embers the old men [G] remember,
[C] walking in [G] beauty in the dawn of their [D] [G] lives.
Taking away the sunrise, listening through the window,
angels with dirty faces [D] face another day in [G] limbo.
Beckoning fire from heaven, everything seems so stone cold.
Beating the drums of change, [Dm] another day in [G] _ limbo. _ _ _ _ _
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Yeah, pray for the foothills where the iron horse with four [D] wheels bucks a drunken rider.
For _ [G] the pawns of the pawn kings, corn silk of [D] heartstrings, tattered and blighted. _ _
[C] They sing in the sand for the son of the [G] land who sought fire and water. _ _
[C] And faith like a kernel rising up in thermals, hope springs eternal [D] every once in a while.
[G] Taking away the sunrise, listening through the window,
angels with dirty faces [Dm] face another day in limbo.
[G] Beckoning fire from heaven, everything seems so stone cold.
Beating the drums of change, [Dm] another day in limbo.
[G] Taking away the sunlight, listening through the window,
angels with dirty faces [D] face another day in limbo.
[G] Beckoning fire from heaven, everything seems so stone cold.
Beating the drums of change, [Dm] another day in _ [G] limbo. _ _ _ _ _
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