False Weavers

 
Gm                Bb 
Come to take water and don't get away. 
Gm                Bb 
Bringing in medals and flags to hang. 
Gm                Bb 
From the east, saddled burglary. 
Gm                 Bb 
This is life under the moon. 
Gm                  Bb 
Commander makes home with Sand Creek 
Gm                 Bb 
This is life under the moon. 
 

 
Gm        Bb 
Weavers, false weavers! 
 

 
     Cm              F                   Gm 
Were we to dig, were we to bury? But the grave is full 
   Cm             F                      Gm 
To compensate for the magistrate, It's recyclable 
Cm            F                      Gm 
Spending days asleep awake, 'till we see the bull 
     Cm              F                    Gm 
Were we to dig, were we to bury? But the grave is full 
 

 
Gm                             Bb                           Gm 
I have watched the crowds come. The momentum of the past is consumed with the 
                                (I've seen the bulls come) 
                  Bb 
furious hunger of aching lips 

Gm                             Bb                                  Gm 
I have watched the crowds come moving with a quick wrist, greeting forgotten god, 
                               (I've seen the bulls come) 
               Gm 
acing surfaces at the morning repose. 

Gm            Bb 
Fort promises are a poor sack 
 

 
Gm        Bb 
Weavers, false weavers! 
 

 
     Cm              F                   Gm 
Were we to dig, were we to bury? But the grave is full 
   Cm             F                      Gm 
To compensate for the magistrate, It's recyclable 
Cm            F                      Gm 
Spending days asleep awake, 'till we see the bull 
     Cm              F                    Gm 
Were we to dig, were we to bury? But the grave is full