Wilco

Country Disappeared

Wilco

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Tom: C

C/G              F
  Wake up we're here
     Em                    Dm/A
It's so much worse than we feared
C/G                    F
  There's nothing left here
    Em               Dm/A * 
The country has disappeared


       F                      C/G
If the winter trees bleeding, leave red blood
    Am                     Dm
The summer sweet dreaming, april blush
    C                          G               Am
But none of that is ever gonna mean as much to me again.


C/G             F
  Hold out your hand,
        Em                     Dm/A * 
there's so much you don't understand
   C/G                   F 
So stick as close as you can,
Em                   Dm/A * 
all of the best laid plans


               F                       C/G
You've got the white clouds hanging so high above you
               Am                   Dm
You've got the helicopters dangling angling to shoot,
    C                        G                 Am
the shots to feed the hungry weekend news crew anchorman.


F                         G
  So every evening we can watch from above,
C       Bb     Am     D
crushed cities like a bug
Dm                    G
  Fold ourselves into each others guts,
    C        Bb    Am        D * 
and turn our faces up to the sun.


  C/G           F      Em        Dm/A
e | ----------------------------------- | 
B | ---------------------8-----8------- | 
G | ----------7-9----------9----------- | 
D | -----7-10-----7----------9---9-7--- | 
A | --10------------------------------- | 
E | ----------------------------------- | 


C/G            F
  I won't take no
Em              Dm/A * 
I won't let you go
C/G          F
  All by yourself
Em                Dm/A * 
Oh no you need my help


         F                            C/G
When the cold night shakes you like a chandelier
    Am                           Dm
The snowflakes break through the atmosphere,
    C                              G                  Am
and melt on the blue breath of the auctioneers and disappear.


F                         G
  So every evening we can watch from above,
C       Bb     Am     D
crushed cities like a bug
Dm                    G
  Fold ourselves into each others bloods,
    C        Bb    Am        D * 
and turn our faces up to the sun.
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