C     C7     F
way up north
                F
down the road a little
C           C7       F
back in new england
                  F
right here in the middle

C C7 F Fm

[Verse 2]

C                   E
and all the way out west
F          F
we had our ears to the ground
C                         E
all of our dreams resting in the same spot
F                 F
listening for the old sound
       G                   G
it was ringing as clear as crystal
       F                    F
it was shining as bright as gold
C                     C
grain gathering on the stone floor
           G                         G
and we were spring-heeled and we were real cold
 C          C7   F
all summer long
          F
deep into autumn
C    C7         F
in a high room
                     F
and down here in the bottom
                 C       C F Fm
down here in the bottom

C C F F (x2)

F F F F