Foot Of The Manger
Iron And WineVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
Awake through the night, and this flood water 'round her
Reminds her of the time and low country boys
And their bottles without her, though she's on their minds
Hands in black mud, at the foot of the manger
She'll always be young and free to be wrong
A black lamb licks the dirt off her feet with it's tongue
We are blessed, aren't we, in the shade of these large auburn leaves
Unexpectedly we arrive where were all meant to be
Awake through the night, and she prays in the morning
For distance from harm and low country boys
With their wealth of protection and mean battle-arms
Hands in black mud, as she sits by the manger
And closes her eyes, the wind blows outside
A black car pulls the gravel and wants her to ride
So who will she love, with her head lowed like ashes,
The sky lost tonight, the wind blows outside
A glass jar in the window, her shape blocks the candle light
We are blessed, aren't we, in the shade of these large auburn leaves
Unexpectedly we arrive where were all meant to be
Submitted by Xander A.
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Readable chord sheet for Foot Of The Manger by Iron And Wine
A[C]wake through the n[G]ight, and this f[F]lood water 'r[Am]ound her R[C]eminds her of the [G]time and l[C]ow country b[G]oys A[F]nd their bottles w[Am]ithout her, though s[C]he's on their [G]minds H[C]ands in black m[G]ud, at the f[F]oot of the m[Am]anger S[C]he'll always be [G]young and f[C]ree to be w[G]rong A black l[F]amb licks the d[Am]irt off her f[C]eet with it's t[G]ongue We are bl[F]essed, aren't [C]we, in the sh[Am]ade of these l[C]arge auburn l[G]eaves Unexpe[F]ctedl[C]y we ar[Am]rive where were a[C]ll meant to [G]be A[C]wake through the n[G]ight, and she pr[F]ays in the mo[Am]rning F[C]or distance from h[G]arm and lo[C]w country bo[G]ys W[F]ith their wealth o[Am]f protection and m[C]ean battle-arm[G]s H[C]ands in black mud,[G] as she s[F]its by the [Am]manger And c[C]loses her e[G]yes, the w[C]ind blows ou[G]tside A black c[F]ar pulls the [Am]gravel and w[C]ants her to r[G]ide So w[C]ho will she l[G]ove, with her h[F]ead lowed like a[Am]shes, The s[C]ky lost ton[G]ight, the [C]wind blows o[G]utside A glass j[F]ar in the wi[Am]ndow, her sh[C]ape blocks th[G]e candle light We are bl[F]essed, aren't [C]we, in the sh[Am]ade of these l[C]arge auburn l[G]eaves Unexpe[F]ctedl[C]y we ar[Am]rive where were a[C]ll meant to [G]be Submitted by Xander A.