A [verse]A Silver Birch against a Swedish skyD The singer in the band made me want to cryA We're all inside our own heads nowD We are leaving new friends, leaving this townBm D And I wish you could be here with meBm D I would show you off like a trophyBm D The road it winds, it twists, it turnsA Now my stomach burns[verse]A Once again, I'll be the foolish oneD Thinking a blink of these lashes would make you comeA Don't you worry, don't get in a stateD I don't believe in true love anywayD Bm Who's being pessimistic now?D Bm I could document this as our first and our last rowD Bm A The more you look forlorn, the more to you I warm [chorus]A I won't be seeing you for a long whileA I hope it's not as long as a country mileD I feel lost...A I feel lost... [outro]C#m | Bm | AC#m | Bm | A
Country Mile
Camera Obscura
- A
- Bm
- C#m4
- D
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Tom:
- A
- Bm
- C#m4
- D