This is the acoustic live version.Played in finger picking style with capo on 2nd position.
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It s chilly wind that blows, Church Street in the morning
It s a hard, hard age resting heavy on my mind
And Hannah cries soft as the front door slowly closes
And she is not the only one I ve left behind
I can still see you dancing in the street light
Baltimore smile and rain drops dripping from your hair
Once I held you close and you wrapped your legs around
I woke up in the night, it was not you, you were not there
It s not the end of the world, just this country as I know it
I ve been across and back, I ve seen the high and chosen few
I will take the hit, because I m stronger and I know it
Take the cap off of the rocket boys and tell me when it s due
I ve known lots of people , lots of drifters, lots of rejects,
Lots of clowns, lots of lovers, lots of liars, lots of thieves
And I have been the cat, I ve been the mouth, I ve been the closer
I am like a vault, your family’s secret’s safe with me
So forgive me if I drift off in the silent folds of memories
Bout the battles that I fought in war and the ones I ve loved before
Cause I have lived through darkness, hope and lonely dying kisses
And I have seen the memory walk angry out the door.
And I have been left for losers, left for heartache, left for money
And I have been left alone, left behind and left for dead
And you can take the pieces there and fight for recognition
But I will take the memories and silence in my head
