Field Report - Fergus Fall

      Field Report - Fergus Falls



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This is the one in which I miraculously pulled out

Fm                       D                   A                   
Of a free-fall dive over Fergus Falls, Minnesota

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And this is the one like ten years ago that I told you about

         Fm               D                    A
Where my wings iced up in the fall, as it gets colder


I was concealing his kid, under his crew neck state school sweatshirt
While he grinned off in the distance, behind prescription shades
They were blocking out the clouded out sun while he was hoping against a daughter
And no one saw my banners, my bruises, my flares, my flags


D                                 E
I could have been an artist, if I had the tools

D                                E
I could have been a preacher, if I suffered fools

D                                    Fm              D
When move into the city, I know I'll have to pay my dues

A                      E              D
And my respects to his sister and his mother too


This is the one in which I miraculously pulled out
Of a free-fall dive over Fergus Falls, Minnesota
And this is the one like ten years ago that I told you about
Where my wings iced up in the fall, it gets colder X 2