Intro:
G Am C G
G Am C G

Verse 1:
G Am
Well I can't sleep with all these hand-me-downs
C G
Battered up chests and faded dreams
G Am
Every new life seems to spin away
C G
Like sand escaping through the seams

Em C
Send me a letter from Omaha
Am G
Said a needle or thread could mend the tears
Em
But tonight the cotton fields, they
C
Smell like calico
Am G
And the color of your hair

Verse 2:

Stars stand against the lonely blue
Like pin-pricks made by midnight hands
They tried to sew you a pure white dress
Got tied up in the misdeeds and demands

Cotton burned all brown and wasted
Like an innocence fell to disrepair
But tonight the ashes, they
Smell like calico
And the color of your hair

G Am C G
G Am C G

Verse 3:

If I could have my one and only wish
I'd sew your hair all to the lining of my shirt
I'd stand in the noon day clean and golden
Not the color of the dry land dirt

Send me a letter from Omaha
Said a needle or thread could mend the tears
But tonight the sugarcane, it
Smells like calico
And the color of your hair