Misc Unsigned Bands - Kitchen dwellers - vision of mohr

Her e^Bmyes were like the wa^Ater, they s^Ding out for the rain And a f^Bmire still burns d^Aeep within my ve^Dins And th^Bmough those fi^Ares, may b^Durn the pines in July The p^Bmilot swears the s^Amoke is clear to f^Dly And the mou^Gntains were her re^Bmasons And the mou^Gntains sang her s^Bmong Col^Gorado is where I'll f^Bmind her Move al^Aong

And the w^Gind and the rain and the c^Drash of thunder A si^Bmngle lamp lights up my d^Aoor Call your n^Game, run away Our l^Dives torn asunder By sy^Bmmptoms of visions of ^AMohr

Call your n^Game, call your n^Dame The r^Bmiver and the sky aren't al^Aone Call your n^Game, call your n^Dame I'm si^Bmnging what's left of this s^Aong Singing this s^Dong

See the w^Bmalls of the sp^Aire Cli^Dmbing higher and higher A thu^Bmnderstorm will c^Arush them in the Sp^Dring And n^Bmow I can s^Aee her She's ^Dup there in the valley And ^BmI can hear her w^Ahen the canyons s^Ding And the va^Glleys were her re^Bmasons And the va^Glleys sang her s^Gmong In the r^Giver is where I l^Bmost her Move al^Aong

And the w^Gind and the rain and the c^Drash of thunder A si^Bmngle lamp lights up my d^Aoor Call your n^Game, run away Our l^Dives torn asunder By sy^Bmmptoms of visions of ^AMohr

Call your n^Game, call your n^Dame The r^Bmiver and the sky aren't al^Aone Call your n^Game, call your n^Dame I'm si^Bmnging what's left of this s^Aong Singing this s^Dong

^GG ^DA ^G(a^Alt^Ger^Dna^Ating for a while) G D G A G D A (2x)

And the w^Gind and the rain and the c^Drash of thunder A si^Bmngle lamp lights up my d^Aoor Call your n^Game, run away Our l^Dives torn asunder By sy^Bmmptoms of visions of ^AMohr

Call your n^Game, call your n^Dame The r^Bmiver and the sky aren't al^Aone Call your n^Game, call your n^Dame I'm si^Bmnging what's left of this s^Aong Call your n^Game, call your n^Dame The r^Bmiver and the sky aren't al^Aone Call your n^Game, call your n^Dame I'm si^Bmnging what's left of this s^Aong Singing this s^Dong