Bb Towing the lineF I watched the host drink all the wineC Dm And now she rambles through the who and who have notBb F The old man is a painter of tired seascapesC Tired of adventure so my mind wandersDm Picking at the table to cure the rotBb Like a bird in a world with no treesF You were hung up there in your disbeliefC Dm I know I'm a hard rock to drag around [Chorus]Bb F Love is in the early morningsDm C In the shadows under the treesDm G Not in the cuckolded ashesF C Floating down from the rookeryBb F C Down here I crow for you, you crow for meBb F C Down here I crow for you, you crow for me [Verse 2]Bb Towing the lineF I watched the host drink all the wineC Dm And now I'm purring for a drop of anythingBb Throwing stones at your windowF You telling me as if it's simpleC Dm Why can't you be like the blackbird and sing?Bb I say "I'm the westerlies in IrelandF So decadent and violentC Can't you see I'm a foragerDm Crawling at the bedrock?" [Chorus]Bb F Love is in the early morningsDm C In the shadows under the treesDm G Not in the cuckolded ashesF C Floating down from the rookeryBb F C Down here I crow for you, you crow for meBb F C Down here I crow for you, you crow for me
Towing The Line
Ben Howard
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