WWW.AZCHORDS.COM | Frontier Ruckus - Dark Autumn Hour Tabs | Ver. 1
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Dark Autumn Hour by Frontier Ruckus
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Tuning: Standard
Capo: 3th
INTRO: (2x)
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VERSE 1:
C
Anne, let's die in some dim town
G
My brown eyes wait to weigh us down
Am
The candles 'round the tub will drown,
Dm Dm7
In our afternoons
Music from our evening parlor
Darker than the autumn hour
I gave my child twenty dollars
For tearing at our moons
VERSE 2:
Dark damp men muddied our house
In my dreams to bleed your blouse
I smiled from my sleep to douse
The horror of this hour
Our boy on dark hills blurry crawling
His rain-glazed shaking porches falling
The homes of all his friends just sprawling,
Withering like flowers
VERSE 3:
Anne, I've loved you from a boy
No other autumn could destroy
The town our winds fused to enjoy,
Whispering dark farmlands
Tearing moons, these moons are tearing
Swearing terror inside their daring,
Crumbling prayers, dark autumns faring,
Straight out of our hands
