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Written by Josh Ritter

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Wings Josh Ritter

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(Am)
At night we crossed the border, following a Black robe
To the (Em)edge of the reservation, to Cataldo Mission,
Where the (Am)saints and all the martyrs look down on dying converts.
What (Em)makes the water holy, she says, is that it's the closest thing to (F)rain. (Am)

I stole a mule from Anthony, I helped Anne up upon it,
And we (Em)rode to Coeur d'Alene, past Harrison and Wallace.
They were (Am)blasting out the tunnels, making way for the light of learning.
When (Em)Jesus comes a-calling, she said, he's coming 'round the mountain on a (F)train.
Yea-ea(Am)ea.

It's my (F)home, last night I dreamt that I grew (C)wings,
I found a (G)place where they could hear me when I (Am)sing.

We floated on to Hanford in a lumber boat up river,
Past the (Em)fisheries and the milltowns, like a stretch of future graveyards.
She was (Am)driven to distraction, said, I wonder what will happen
When they (Em)find out they're mistaken, the land is too changed to ever (F)change. (Am)

We waded through the marketplace, someone's ship had come in,
There was (Em)silver and begonias, dynamite and cattle,
There were (Am)hearts as big as apples, and apples in the shape of Mary's (Em)heart.
I said, inside this gilded cage a songbird always looks so (F)plain.
Yea-ea(Am)ea.

It's my (F)home, last night I dreamt that I grew (C)wings,
I found a (G)place where they could hear me when I (Am)sing.
(Am/G) (Am/F) (Am/E) (Am) (Am/G) (Am/F) (Am/E) (Am)
(Am/G) (Am/F) (Am/E) (Am) (Am/G) (Am/F) (Am/E)

And (Am)so they came with cameras, breaking through the morning mist,
(Em)Press and businessmen, tycoons, Episcopal philanthropists,
Lost(Am) in their appraisal of the body of a woman,
But (Em)all we saw were lowlands, clouds clung to mountains without (F)strings. (Am)

At last we saw some people, at last we saw some people…
At last we saw some people, huddled up against
The (Em)rain that was descending, like railroad spikes and hammers,
They were (Am)headed for the border, walking and then running,
And then they were (Em)gone into the fog, but Anne said underneath their jackets she saw (F)wings. (E)

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from Sock It To Me!, released August 28, 2016

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Jan Hauenstein Göttingen, Germany

More than background music.
You'll hear folk, blues, jazzy songs, rock. Big voice. Albums recommended by Gordon Bok, Harvey Andrews, Jez Lowe and others.
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Why no free uploads? I cover songs. Register them with the German music rights agency GEMA. They hopefully reimburse the artists. The tax authorities demand that I make (not lose) a little money each year... ... more

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