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No Peace in the Valley
R. DAWSON & S. FINK

With a stock on your shoulder

You're a coward at best

Trying to fix a fortune

Just like the rest

We all saw your wife

Just a fucking mess

Judge and jury

And a time to confess

You seem misguided

Are you to blame?

Where the hell you from, boy?

Hope you got good aim

Are you looking deep inside?

Now I'll play your game

You wanna beat my ass

In the pouring rain

Oh mama

Well dust my broom

Can't see the starts from the light of the moon

Heard the wolves cry

No peace in the valley

Lay down your gilded shovel

Your soiled hands

We walk that valley road because we can

We'll pick the pieces

Now that's a plan

Look at you leaning

You can hardly stand

Oh mama

Well dust my broom

Can't see the starts from the light of the moon

Heard the wolves cry

No peace in the valley

There's a cast of vultures in a cottonwood

Watching your retreat

The sun warms the canyon halls

In time the coyotes call

The sun warms those canyon walls

It's time to retire and turn you down

What the hell you talking?

Why you come around?

You can't concede at the lost and found

Tell me more now

Are you heaven bound

Oh mama

Well dust my broom

Can't see the starts from the light of the moon

Heard the wolves cry

No peace in the valley

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Intro: Eb/G    Ab x2


 

Bb/D                Cm                Eb

With a stock on your shoulder, you’re a coward at best

 

Bb            Fm            Ab

Trying to fix a fortune just like the rest

 

Dm                Cm        G7

We all saw your wife, just a fucking mess

 

Ab                Fm

Judge and jury, and a time to confess








 

Bb/D            Cm            Eb

You seem misguided, are you to blame?


Bb                Fm                Ab

Where the hell you from boy, hope you got good aim

 

Dm                Cm                G7

Are you looking deep inside, well I’ll play your game

 

Ab                    Fm

You wanna beat my ass in the pouring rain



 

Eb/G          Bb        Fm

Oh mama, well dust my broom

 

Eb         Bb/D     Cm            G7

Can’t see the stars from the light of the moon

 

Ab                Abm

Heard the wolves cry, no peace in the valley





 

Eb/G        Ab x2


 

Bb/D                Cm            Eb

Lay down your gilded shovel; your soiled hands

 

Bb                Fm            Ab

You walk that valley road because you can

 

Dm                Cm            G7

We’ll pick up the pieces, now that’s a plan

 

Ab                    Fm

Look at you leaning, you can hardly stand



 

Instrumental

Bb/D    Cm        Eb

Bb        Fm        Ab

Dm        Cm        G7

Ab        Fm






 

Eb/G        Bb        Fm

Oh mama, well dust my broom

 

Eb     Bb/D      Cm            G7

Can’t see the stars from the light of the moon

 

                  Ab          Abm

Heard the wolves cry, no peace in the valley


 

Eb/G        Ab  x2


 

Bb                        Fm                Eb

There’s a cast of vultures in a cottonwood watching your retreat

 

Bb                Fm        Cm

The sun warms the canyon halls

 

Eb            Fm    Cm

In time the coyotes call

 

Bb                    Fm    Ab

The sun warms those canyon walls


 

Bb/D        Cm            Eb

It’s time to retire and turn you down

 

Bb                Fm                Ab

What the hell you talking, why you come around?

 

Dm        Cm            G7

You can concede at the lost and found

 

Ab   

Well tell me more now   

 

Fm

Are you heaven bound?


 

Eb/G        Bb        Fm

Oh mama, well dust my broom

 

Eb     Bb/D      Cm            G7

Can’t see the stars from the light of the moon

 

Ab                Abm

Heard the wolves cry, no peace in the valley

 

Eb/G        Ab (repeat and fade)

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