Mary Chapin Carpenter - Down in marys land

Fields of green by the ^Dside of the ^Groad Going ^Emdown to ^DMary's ^Gland ^CRoll down the window, feel the ^Gcool of a grove Hit the ^Ampalm of your ^Coutstretched ^Dhand ^GRadio's playing a ^Dtune from the ^Gcountry ^EmFiddle and an ^Dold time ^Gband ^CRace with the moon to the ^Gedge of the water ^FDown in ^CMary's ^Dland Down in Mary's ^Gland ^{Em G Em}

^GEast of Virginia where the ^Dbay meets a ^Griver ^EmDown in ^DMary's ^Gland The ^Cwind pulls your sleeve like a ^Glong lost lover Whose ^Amheart can't ^Cunder^Dstand How you ^Gever could leave the ^Dview you be^Ghold Ain't it ^Emfine and ^Dain't life ^Ggrand When you ^Cdon't need nothing, but some ^Gbeer and a bushel ^FDown in ^CMary's ^Dland_^G_

Gonna ^Csleep with the stars and a ^Fslice of the ^Gmoon Hanging ^Cright above my ^Ambed Gonna ^Gdream not of things that I've left behind But ^Emthose I've ^Cfound in^Dstead Down in Mary's ^Gland

^GRadio's playing a ^Dtune from the ^Gcountry ^EmFiddle and an ^Dold time ^Gband ^CRace with the moon to the ^Gedge of the water ^FDown in ^CMary's ^Dland_^G_

Gonna ^Csleep with the stars and a ^Fslice of the ^Gmoon Hanging ^Cright above my ^Ambed Gonna ^Gdream not of things that I've left behind But ^Emthose I've ^Cfound in^Dstead Down in Mary's ^Gland