by Michael Timmins (from the Cowboy Junkies web site) Am Em Fifty miles from Dakota territory C E Am Cheyenne scalp hangs from his belt Am Em Found him alone washing in the Bighorn C E Am a steady aim and he bagged his game Dm Am Pale sun falls without contest Dm Am Here is obedient darkness G Am He will not return Am Em White Cadillac, white man at the wheel, C E Am white faces on the mountain, wounds that will never heal Am Em Black clouds overhead, old man says looks like rain C E Am Thieves' Road winds to the Black Hills sign says South Dakota, U.S.A. Dm Am Grass plains stretch to the horizon, Dm Am not a soul can be found on them G Am They will not return Bb C C Bb A Am7 A Bb Am7 Bb A Bb C C Bb A Am7 A Bb Am7 A Am Em Old rusted pickup and a mad dog in the yard, C E Am purple paint peels but fails to reveal the bitterness that grows inside Am Em Cloud of dust in the distance, strange knock beneath my hood C E Am Is it better to have words left unsaid than to have words misunderstood? Dm Am Pale sun falls without contest Dm Am Here is obedient darkness G Am It will return G Am I know it will return G Am It will return.
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