A# Towing the line F I watched the host drink all the wine C Dm And now she rambles through the who and who have not A# F The old man is a painter of tired seascapes C Tired of adventure so my mind wanders Dm Picking at the table to cure the rot A# Like a bird in a world with no trees F You were hung up there in your disbelief C Dm I know I'm a hard rock to drag around Chorus: Dm F Love is in the early mornings Dm C In the shadows under the trees Dm G Not in the cuckolded ashes F C Floating down from the rookery A# F C Down here I crow for you, you crow for me A# F C Down here I crow for you, you crow for me Towing the line I watched the host drink all the wine And now I’m purring For a drop of anything Throwing stones at your window You turn to me as if it’s simple Why can’t you be like the blackbird And sing I say I’m the westerlies in Ireland So decadent and violent Can’t you see I’m a forager Clawing at the bedrock Chorus | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA# C Dm F G |