Decemberists - Yankee bayonet

^C(n^Amote^C: ^Amthe intro lick uses Cadd9, if you're lazy and don't wanna play the riff you can add the ninth after defining the chord)

^CHeart-carved tree trunk, ^AmYankee bayonet ^CA sweetheart left be^Amhind ^CFar from the hills of the ^Amsea-swelled Carolinas ^CThat's where my ^Amtrue love lies

^CLook for me when the ^Amsun-bright swallow ^CSings upon the ^Ambirch bough high ^CBut you are in the ground with the ^Amvoles and the weevils ^CAll a'chew upon your bones so ^Amdry

^ABut when the ^Cmaj7sun breaks ^ATo no more ^Cmaj7bullets in ^GBattle Creek ^AThen will you ^Cmaj7make a grave ^AFor I will be ^Fhome then I will be ^Ghome then I will be ^Fhome then I will be ^Ghome then

^C(n^Amote^C: ^Amin the same style as the intro) ^CWhen I was a girl how the ^Amhills of Oconee ^CMade a seam to hem me ^Amin ^CThere at the fair when our ^Ameyes caught, careless Got my ^Cheart right pierced by a ^Ampin

But ^Coh, did you see all the ^Amdead of Manassas All the ^Cbellies and the bones and the ^Ambile No, ^CI lingered here with the ^Amblankets barren And my ^Cown belly big with ^Amchild

^ABut when the ^Cmaj7sun breaks ^ATo no more ^Cmaj7bullets in ^GBattle Creek ^AThen will you ^Cmaj7make a grave ^AFor I will be ^Fhome then I will be ^Ghome then I will be ^Fhome then I will be ^Ghome then

^FStems and bones and stone walls ^Gtoo ^GCould keep me from you ^FSkein of skin is all too ^Emfew ^GTo keep me from you

But ^Coh my love, though our ^Ambodies may be parted Though our ^Cskin may not touch ^Amskin ^CLook for me with the ^Amsun-bright sparrow I will ^Ccome on the breath of the ^Amwind