Something Biblical(Chords)

	        

INTRO: F      C  (4x)

                F                         C 
Take your apples from the earth 
                F                             C 
And your fingerlings from the air 
       D7                           G.                   E                        
If you cried when you were born 
                                 F 
'Cause it ain't fair 
                                                G 
You got nothing, nothing to wear 


Dm                                                     C 
       And there's a drink that we're all needing 
E                                                   F  
      A need to weep but we have tried 
Dm                                                        C 
      And though the clouds we keep on seeding 
E                                         F                                    F       C 
      Still the county remains dry, the county remains dry 
                                  F               G 
The county remains dry 

Dm                                             C 
     I see your coat, that it needs sewing 
E                                                               F 
     And these seeds will sow the corn silk bride 
Dm                                                C 
      But in your absence nothing's growing 
E                                                F                                  F       C 
    And still the county remains dry, the county remains dry 
                                   F              G 
The county remains dry 

         F                       C 
Well still we keep on dreaming 
            F                C 
Of that fifty-year flood 
       F             C 
Of oceans of plasma 
        F          C 
And rivers of blood 

                 F                       C 
Take your apples from the earth 
                F                           C 
And your fingerlings from the air 
D7                                     G.                    E 
If you cried when you were born 
                          F 
'Cause it ain't fair 
                                                 G 
You got nothing, nothing to wear 

OUTRO: Dm   C    E    F   C
	        

Written by Andrew Bird