An Atlas To Follow

D                                F#m
Go back, baby, the way you came.
                                G
I made a trail to mark the way.

Drops of wine and crumbs of flesh,
D                  A
Hurry back, child, before you're dead.

D                                      F#m
I can't pretend now that you're alive.
                                          G
I know I'm dancing with the dead tonight.

Heaving bodies in the front yard lights,
        D                           A
They're easing off the glory of the truth denied.


(CHORUS)
Bm
This little light of mine,
      D
Shine bright and blind the reaper's eyes.
         Bm
Hear you stomping on the tops of pines.
   D
We rest as death lays on his knife.


D
The moon ain't pulling at the waves tonight,
     F#m                                            G
It's dragging me around just like it drug the tide.

Oh, these great hands that pull my life,
     D                          A
They drug me outside of y'all's house last night
Where I said,

D
"Pack it up boys. Gather all your stuff.
        F#m                                      G
In this old money town, it's easy to get stuck."
                                              D
I left the flashlights by the road, uh-oh-way-oh
       A
and an atlas to follow.


(BACK TO CHORUS) x2

   D
We rest as death lays on his knife.
   D
We rest as death lays on his knife.
   D
We rest as death lays on his knife.