Alela Diane - The Rifle
Capo 2
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Intro :
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I've been knockin' on that door in my sleep
Fighting the fireplace glow
Knockin' on that door in my sleep
Fighting the fireplace glow
To keep me away
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To keep me away from home
Picking chorus :
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Papa, get the rifle from its place above the French doors!
They're comin' from the woods!
Oh! They're comin' from the woods!
And mama you're running too
Oh! My mama, you're running too
Mama you're running too
Oh! My mama, you're running too
Brother, I'm so sorry that you watched the paintings burn
I've been holding onto the gold
When letting go would free my hand
And I've been tying your tongue in a knot
Oh! I've been tying your tongue in a knot
To wrap this death
To wrap this death in a sheet
Papa, get the rifle from its place above the French doors!
They're comin' from the woods!
Oh! They're comin' from the woods!
And mama you're running too
Oh! My mama, you're running too
Mama you're running too
Oh! My mama, you're running too
Brother, I'm so sorry that you watched the paintings burn
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And I can't hide the dirty paths down that carpet anymore
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No, no, I can't hide the dirty paths down that carpet anymore
There were too many heavy boots
There were too many heavy boots
There were too many heavy boots
There were too many big black boots
And there were too many little brown shoes
Marching through
So I'm counting it to the sky
Oh! I'm counting it to the sky
I'm counting it to the sky
Oh! I'm counting it to the sky
Moving back, oh I'm
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Moving back to face the lack of home