Fair to Midland - A Seafarers Knot

      CAPO 1

[Verse 1]
E
Lucky are the leaves of the clover,
                 C                     A
She's diggin for chemistry with the butcher's tools,
E
Shifty are the eyes of the gambler,
                 C               A
He's making his tricks -- and a job well done.

[Pre-Chorus]
C                                         G              A
Through the motions waving wishes to your confidence and eloquence,

[Chorus]
     E           
He's turning a-green from these envious glorious things,
          C                          A
Applied ambitious faith that can keep us all safe,
   E
Invoking a blue that's meant for us too, 
           C                              A
What small amazing things we will turn to rain,

[Verse 2]
E
Lucky is a deer in the headlights,
                 C                        A
Those two are as thick as thieves - not a penny more,
E
Shaky are the hands of the gun shy,
                 C                       A
He'd rather give up the ghost than stick by,

[Pre-Chorus]
C                                         G              A
Through the motions waving wishes to your confidence and eloquence,

[Chorus]
     E           
He's turning a-green from these envious glorious things,
          C                          A
Applied ambitious faith that can keep us all safe,
   E
Invoking a blue that's meant for us too, 
           C                              A
What small amazing things we will turn to rain,

[Bridge]
Em                        G       A
Gather 'round, hold your glasses up high,
         C             D        Em
Drink to love while we wait for high tide,
        Em             G
Keep it short, keep it brief,
         A
You have my word,
        C           D                Em
Gather 'round while we wait for high tide,

[Chorus 2]
     E           
He's turning a-green from these envious glorious things,
          C                          A
Applied ambitious faith that can keep us all safe,
E                                                         C     A
Response recedes like fur; we're all a mess as though we owe him a favor...