[Kasey]Poor Adeline, Poor Adeline [Together]Where's your heart? Where's your mind? [Kasey]First in the crowd, last in the line [Together]The world can
[K] I had a dream I was lost at sea, Sorrow's cloud came down on me Stranded out on a boat made of fire, running on desire [T] Lord have mercy on my
1,2,1,2,3 Got no nails, in the floor Got no hinges on the door Empty frames on the walls Ain't no ghost in the halls You can build with earth and
Jackson Hole (Better in_) Kasey Chambers, Shane Nicolson ? Rattlin? Bones Note: (Drop D tuning - Chords D - F - G ) I?ll trade those city lights
No one cries up here No one cries up here Shed your burden out of your tear No one cries up here No one hurts up here No one hurts up here Sorrow fades
They make no sounds, They ring no bell Leaving no traces, They got no tales to tell They find no home, They make no love Casting no shadow while balancing
If I wasn't all you wanted If I wasn't even close Only hope that I made you smile Maybe more then once in a while If you never felt the blessing If you
He was walking across the wire Holding a loaded gun Taking out every lightbulb One by one And she was building brand new walls To keep her safe and
me down, beneath the ground With the dust and rattlin? bones [Shane] Left my home and left my love [Kasey] Caught on a rusty nail [Shane] Devil rose up, heavy with gold [Kasey
Will you rise or will you fall? Will you walk or will you crawl? Will you dream in black and white When you're sleeping cold tonight? Will you bend or
be, the sweetest waste of time [Shane]If I could learn [Kasey]The ways of your mind [Shane]If I could burn [Kasey]A hole in your cold heart [Shane]Everytime, [Kasey
Oh, woe is mine Oh, woe is mine Dark days a-coming Lord, woe is mine Poor lonesome boy Poor lonesome boy Dark days a-coming Oh, lonesome boy Seen no
I'm a wildflower by the highway, Up against the rain I'm an old man, growing tired, Getting used to the pain, I'm a wildflower in a garden, Tended everyday
It's a long long way to home again, Carryin' a heavy load. Wake God's child before the dawn, Pure as a pot o' gold. And when you go to sleep at night,
