Letter from Omaha
Josh RitterVersion1
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Well I can't sleep with all these hand-me-downs
Battered up chests and faded dreams
Every new life seems to spin away
Like sand escaping through the seams
Send me a letter from Omaha
Said a needle or thread could mend the tears
But tonight the cotton fields, they
Smell like calico
And the color of your hair
Stars stand against the lonely blue
Like pin-pricks made by midnight hands
They tried to sew you a pure white dress
Got tied up in the misdeeds and demands
Cotton burned all brown and wasted
Like an innocence fell to disrepair
But tonight the ashes, they
Smell like calico
And the color of your hair
If I could have my one and only wish
I'd sew your hair all to the lining of my shirt
I'd stand in the noon day clean and golden
Not the color of the dry land dirt
Send me a letter from Omaha
Said a needle or thread could mend the tears
But tonight the sugarcane, it
Smells like calico
And the color of your hair
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Readable chord sheet for Letter from Omaha by Josh Ritter
[G] [Am] [C] [G] [G] [Am] [C] [G] [G]We[Am]ll I can't sleep with all these hand-me-downs [C]Ba[G]ttered up chests and faded dreams [G]Ev[Am]ery new life seems to spin away [C]Li[G]ke sand escaping through the seams [Em]Sen[C]d me a letter from Omaha [Am]Sai[G]d a needle or thread could mend the tears [Em]But tonight the cotton fields, they [C]Smell like calico [Am]And[G] the color of your hair Stars stand against the lonely blue Like pin-pricks made by midnight hands They tried to sew you a pure white dress Got tied up in the misdeeds and demands Cotton burned all brown and wasted Like an innocence fell to disrepair But tonight the ashes, they Smell like calico And the color of your hair [G] [Am] [C] [G] [G] [Am] [C] [G] If I could have my one and only wish I'd sew your hair all to the lining of my shirt I'd stand in the noon day clean and golden Not the color of the dry land dirt Send me a letter from Omaha Said a needle or thread could mend the tears But tonight the sugarcane, it Smells like calico And the color of your hair