Kevin Morby - Provisions

^A6There's a dead deer in the road up ahead Must be an o^Emen ^A6From an hour ago or so Must have been ch^Eosen ^A6And the day moves fast, and the day moves slow Don't I know^E it ^A6And I never met a morning that I didn't like ^EAnd I never met a night that I wouldn't try twice ^A6You should go before the dawn Cast no sh^Eadows ^A6But I'm already gone, m^Em

And grab p^G#mrovisions Th^A6ere's nothing for a hundred mi^Eles And cast your ^G#mvision On the d^A6ark road For a wh^Eile

Storm is^A6 coming now, it sits in a cloud ^EAnd soon the sky will open up its big mouth I feel it i^A6n my bones, I feel so alone ^EMy heart's the guitar, and my mouth the piano I have m^A6any teeth in many different keys ^EHoney, if you're good, then don't do it for free Do what I ^A6have to do, say what I have to say ^EPut a quarter in my jukebox then be on your way

And grab p^G#mrovisions Th^A6ere's nothing for a hundred mi^Eles And cast your ^G#mvision On a me^A6mory For a whil^Ee

^A6Puerto Rican bride with tears in her eyes On her wed^Eding day ^A6Oh, loves a parade, but don't just give it away Ch^Eoose carefully ^A6Confetti in my hand, are you ready to be a man? ^EAre you inside the kingdom or just dead where you stand? ^A6And the tin cans drum on the pavement ^EAnd somebody yells, "Someone save us" You were a wi^A6shing well, oh, inside of hell ^EAnd I'd stand over you and I'd laugh as it fell Wish you would ^A6come again ^EAs lovers or friends, I don't care but 'til then

And grab p^G#mrovisions Th^A6ere's nothing for a hundred mi^Eles And cast your ^G#mvision On a me^A6lody For a wh^Eile

^AOh, sound off, one, two Three^E, four, who's at the door? And ^Afive, six, who is this? And s^Eeven, eight, I'm feeling fine And ^Asound off, one, two Th^Eree, four, get on the floor And f^Aive, six, pick up sticks And s^Eeven, eight, who's at the gate? Oh, ^Aand sound off, one, two Thr^Eee, four, who's at my door And ^Afive, six, who is this? And s^Eeven, eight, mm-mm-mm

grab ^G#mprovisions Th^A6ere's nothing for a hundred mi^Eles And cast your ^G#mvision On the ^A6dark road For a wh^N.C.ile