Tyler Childers - Rocks and relics

^EShovin in the over haze Siftin off ^F#mmost my days For a ^AB1 bomber that will blow your ^Emind ^EListen to the sound of glass, hunting someone ^F#melses nap For a ^AB1 bomber from Flint naptime

^C#mThen all of a ^G#sudden, ^AI'm watching the ^Amleaves ^EOff the ground and ^E7into Hawkeye's ^Apocket

Squash biscuits and a ^Ebroke leg stream Flyin' saucers in my ^F#mhunting dream In the ^Acenter of the shuttle i can hear a ^Ebanjo break ^EHappens every now and then If your lucky they will ^F#mlet you in If you ^Ashow on time and you show up ^Estraight

^C#mAs the walkway's ^G#folding ^Agettin ready to ^Amleave ^EHawkeye waves ^E7goodbye and decides to ^Asmile

^C#mHe hired a ^G#cricket ^Aand younger than ^Amme ^ECovered up in ^E7fancy rocks and ^Arelics

When sharper than a ^Egreen plant spear Hits hard enough to ^F#mfall a deer Oh ^Adear, I swear I fell its ^Etrue Lips of ^Eimperial red, rock of ages in my ^F#mriver bed I ^Ahave no earthly jewels for ^Eyou

^C#mComing home empty ^G#handed ^Abut I finally s^Amee ^ECovered up in ^E7fancy rocks and ^Arelics