Augie March - The Cold Acre chords

Augie March – The Cold Acre

Capo 2
Standard Tuning

INTRO (on piano)
   Fmaj7     Em
e|---------|---------|
B|-----1---|-----0---|
G|---2---2-|---0---0-|(repeat x2)
D|-3-------|-2-------|
A|---------|---------|
E|---------|---------|

Fmaj7-Em (repeat x2)

          Fmaj7                                           Em
There's a place I've been told, and when I grow old I may go there,
          Fmaj7                                         Em
I've been told that my family's bones may lie under the snow there,
                   C                       Em
And with my little bag, and with my little dog,
    F                                                 G
Who sleeps on my chest when he can't find a hole in a log,
           Em              Fmaj7
And when I go, my dog will know

to leave his old fellow and find a new pillow, 
G
far from the chill of the cold acre.

Fmaj7|Em

              Fmaj7
Now there's a Hillydale here and a Lilydale there
              Em                                            Fmaj7
where there's joy in the living, in voices that ring in the air
Em                                             C
I'd stay there but sooner or later I'd have to go,
              Em
where I don't know,
           F                                                G
but when a dog knows it's on him he doesn't ask why he just goes,
           Em               F
And when I go my bones will know,

to pick up and follow the wagon that rolls 
       G
on the cold acre...
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              C
My heart is a cold acre, 
               Em
in my chest is a cold acre,
        F
I don't grow any good anymore though 
               G
I've seeded my soul with
all kinds of love, that it aches so...

Fmaj7-Em (repeat x2)

SOLO
C-Em-F-G-Em-F--G-

         Fmaj7                                             Em
Though I wake from them mouthing they leave me not able to talk,
      Fmaj7                                                      Em
These dreams are not nightmares but realms I've been choosing to walk,
               C                       Em
With my little bag, and with my little dog,
    F                                             G
Who rests on my stomach and barks at the oncoming fog,
             Em                 F
O but when I go, with my lot in tow,
Like a vampire carry my piece of the earth 
       G
from the place of my death to the plots of my birth...

             C
My heart is a cold acre, 
               Em
in my chest is a cold acre,
        F
I don't grow any good anymore though 
               G
I've seeded my soul with all kinds of love
                     C
that don't grow in a cold acre, 
                 Em
nothing grows in a cold acre,
        F                                  G
I don't know any good anymore from the bad 
except there's one that you have and one that you had,
  Em                      F
O grow, grow, grow, grow, grow,
                                 G
And plant me in the only place I know,
That's the Cold Acre. 

Fmaj7-Em (repeat x8)