C C7 F
way up north
F
down the road a little
C C7 F
back in new england
F
right here in the middle
C C7 F Fm
[Verse 2]
C E
and all the way out west
F F
we had our ears to the ground
C E
all of our dreams resting in the same spot
F F
listening for the old sound
G G
it was ringing as clear as crystal
F F
it was shining as bright as gold
C C
grain gathering on the stone floor
G G
and we were spring-heeled and we were real cold
C C7 F
all summer long
F
deep into autumn
C C7 F
in a high room
F
and down here in the bottom
C C F Fm
down here in the bottom
C C F F (x2)
F F F F
