Wings capo 2nd picking scheme: pretty much a travis-style picking E-------------------------------------------------------------------- B----------1---------------------------------------------------------- G------2-------2------------------------------------------------------- D----2-------2--------------------------------------------------------- A--0-----0------------------------------------------------------------- E-------------------------------------------------------------------- Intro: Am.. Am at night we crossed the border following a Black robe Em to the edge of the reservation--to Cataldo Mission Am where the saints and all the martyrs look down on dying converts Em F what makes the water holy, she says, is that it's the closest thing to rain Am I stole a mule from Anthony--I helped Anne up upon it Em and we rode to Coeur d'Alene--through Harrison and Wallace Am they were blasting out the tunnels--making way for the light of learning Em F C when Jesus comes a'calling, she said, he's coming 'roung the mountain on a train F C it's my home--last night I dreamt that I grew wings G Am I found a place where they could hear me when I sing Am we floated on to Hanford on a lumber boat up river Em past the fisheries and milltowns like a stretch of future graveyards Am she was driven to distraction--said, I wonder what will happen Em F when they find out they're mistaken and the land is too changed to ever change Am we waded through the marketplace--someone's ship had come in Em there was silver and begonias--dynamite and cattle Am Em there were hearts as big as apples and apples in the shape of Mary's heart F C I said, inside this gilded cage a songbird always looks so plain F C it's my home--last night I dreamt that I grew wings G Am I found a place where they could hear me when I sing **Am-descending-bass-run, see below Am and so they came with cameras--breaking through the morning mist Em press and businessmen--tycoons--Episcopal philanthropists Am lost in their appraisal of the body of a woman Em F but all we saw were lowlands--clouds clung to mountains without strings Am and at last we saw some people... Am and at last we saw some people huddled up against Em the rain that was descending like railroad spikes and hammers Am they were headed for the border--walking and then running Em F then they were gone into the fog but Anne said underneath the jackets she saw wings. Am.... *Am descending bassline run: E----------------------------------------------------------- B----------1-------------1-------------1-------------1------ G------2-------2-----2-------2-----2-------2-----2-------2-- D----2-------2-----2-------2-----2-------2-----2-------2---- A--0-----0-------------------------------------------------- E----------------3-----3-------1-----1-------0-----0--------