Campfire

	  		 

Amaj7 E  Amaj7 E 
Oh my my, oh I guess 
          Amaj7   E              Amaj7   E 
That I've done my time, now I've laid to rest 
          Amaj7    E Amaj7   E 
There’s a campfire inside my soul 
       Amaj7   E  Amaj7 
And it billows 



        C#m       E              A 
And the sky was a thousand years old 
C#m          E              A 
 Always kept time in my back pocket 
C#m     E         A 
 No man, goddamn, came to take my soul 
C#m        E         A 
 Shut the door, then lock it 



    Amaj7      E      Amaj7      E 
And where have all of my friends gone 
    Amaj7     E      Amaj7      E 
And where did all of my friends go 
    Amaj7      E      Amaj7      E 
And where have all of my friends gone 
     Amaj7  E  Amaj7 
They billow 


C#m                 E              A 
 Thought that I saw Jessi, she was sitting in a crowd 
C#m                 E             A 
 Thought that I saw Jessi, then I got to feeling proud 
   C#m          E             A 
To ever have known someone so pretty and so sweet 
    C#m            E                A 
Who every-time she sang a song it'd sweep me off me feet 



    Amaj7 E   Amaj7 E 
But oh my my, oh I guess 
         Amaj7   E               Amaj7    E 
That she did her time, now she's laid to rest 
          Amaj7    E  Amaj7    E 
There’s a campfire inside her soul 
      Amaj7   E  Amaj7 
Still billows 



N.c. 
Lay your head on my pillow 
There's a fire inside you, and that’s why you billow 
Stay calm, stay calm, and give me your palm 
A song, a song for you 



Amaj7 
I walked to town, devil one side of me 
E 
Held by an angel put poems inside of me 
Amaj7                                         E 
Down to my mouth said won’t you recite to me, okay 
Amaj7 
Every first Wednesday there goes that sound again 
E 
Sun’s going down and she's a sundowner 
     Amaj7 
Stay calm, stay calm, and give me your palm 
E 
Give me your palm, and I’ll sing you a song 
Amaj7 
Young kids smoke cigarettes out on the avenue 
E 
Sun’s going down so you might as well have a few 
Amaj7 
Hey who are you? Did you hear the news? 
E 
Anthony's dead, and Poor Richard too 
     Amaj7 
They billow, they billow, and it makes me nervous 
     E 
They whittled a fiddle from wood in our service 
Amaj7 
Now that it’s dusk, kids scatter the avenue 
E 
Hey who are you? I'm a sundowner too 

Amaj7 E (12x)