End Of Time

	  		 
 

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Intro: C, F, C, F 


       C                
Here I am standing firm, 
        F 
As the ground shakes beneath me, 
  C                         F 
I send you away with my own hand. 
         C                          F 
I try and try to remember, that for now it's for the better, 
              C                              F 
But there's a Southern kind of tragic blowing in. 
       Am                              F 
Oh it feels like the beginning of the end. 


          C      G    Am 
Well the Alabama moon fell from the sky, 
          F                 C  G 
And the sweet tea wells ran dry, 
C          G                Am      
Somewhere out there you're finding yourself, 
          F             G      C 
But back home it's the end of time. 


F, C, F 

               C 
I'm scared to death, pick up your phone, 
       F                    
Outside I hear the bells ringing, 
          C                             F 
Bringing ruin to all that we have ever known. 
              C 
Pick up your phone, I need an answer, 
     F                   (F#m  F) 
Come home and call off disaster, 
          C                                  F 
'Cause I fear tonight our Cotton Land might fall. 
        Am                               F 
Oh I'm cracking like the plaster on the wall. 


         C      G   Am 
Oh the Alabama moon fell from the sky, 
          F                 C  G 
And the sweet tea wells ran dry, 
C          G                Am      
Somewhere out there you're finding yourself, 
          F             G       (C) 
But back home it's the end of time. 

Am 

         F      C 
It's the end of time, 
G          E         Am   
Is it the end of all time, 
 D                G 
Or just the end of mine. 


      C           G        Am 
Well all of the cotton, it died in the fields, 
            F                               C  G 
The little babies cried the blue from their eyes, 
C          G               Am 
Somewhere I'll bet you're living it up, 
         F              G 
So come home before the end, 


            C     G   Am 
Well the Alabama moon fell from the sky, 
          F                 C  G 
And the sweet tea wells ran dry, 
C          G                Am      
Somewhere out there you're finding yourself, 
          F             G      C   
But back home it's the end of time. 


F  C   
Hey ey ey ey. 


F                            C     F  
Come home, come home and be mine, 
C          F 
Come home, come home. 

C 
Ooh ooh ooh, 
F 
Ooh ooh ooh ooh, 
C 
Ooh ooh ooh, 
F 
Ooh ooh ooh ooh, 
C 
Ooh ooh ooh, 
F                  C 
Ooh ooh ooh oooooh ooh.