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Seven Mile Island

Jason Isbell
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 Intro ----
Take  my body to Seven-Mile Island.
Lay  my head down where Indians sleep.
Take  your shoes off and walk  across the water.
It's  been so long so I heard  a man speak.
Watch  the spillways when the water  starts rising.
Take  your hat off when the sun  goes down.
Keep  your eyes on that concrete tower.
Maybe  one day it will crumble  to the ground.
Mary's  crying 'cause she can't  hold water
 and her clothes  don't fit her right.
She  used to say that she wanted  a daughter,
 now she only  wants a Saturday night.
There  were days when that dusty  cave was empty,
back  before this city  made a claim
 on that hotel  for wanderers  and strangers,
 back before  you could live  off of your name.
We  all live in an Airstream  trailer
 about three-hundred  yards up the lake.
Call  the doctor, Mary's going  into labor
 and you can't  raise a baby on shake.
 So take my body  to Seven-Mile Island
Lay  some stones down on top  of my grave.
 Tell my lady  I just couldn't  bear to see  her
 Tell my daughter  I just couldn't  be saved.
 Outro ----

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Readable chord sheet for Seven Mile Island by Jason Isbell

Intro [D]-[G]-[D]-[G]-[Em]

[D]Take my body to [G]Seven-Mile [D]Island.

[D]Lay my head down where [G]Indians [Em]sleep.

[D]Take your shoes off and [G]walk across the [D]water.

[D]It's been so long so I [G]heard a man [Em]speak.

[D]Watch the spillways when the [G]water starts [D]rising.
[D]Take your hat off when the [G]sun goes [Em]down.
[D]Keep your eyes on that [G]concrete [D]tower.
[D]Maybe one day it will [G]crumble to the [Em]ground.

[Bm]Mary's crying 'cause she [G]can't hold water
and her [D]clothes don't fit her [A]right.

[Bm]She used to say that she [G]wanted a daughter,
now she [D]only wants a Saturday [A]night.

[D]There were days when that [G]dusty cave was [D]empty,
[D]back before this [G]city made a [Em]claim
on that [D]hotel for [G]wanderers and [D]strangers,
back be[D]fore you could [G]live off of your [Em]name.

[Bm]We all live in an [G]Airstream trailer
about [D]three-hundred yards up the [A]lake.
[Bm]Call the doctor, Mary's [G]going into labor
and you [D]can't raise a baby on [A]shake.

So take my [D]body to [G]Seven-Mile [D]Island
[D]Lay some stones down on [G]top of my [Em]grave.
Tell my [D]lady I just [G]couldn't bear to [D]see her
Tell my [D]daughter I just [G]couldn't be [Em]saved.

Outro [D]-[G]-[D]-[G]-[Em]

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