Flies chords

[INTRO]

[G]

[VERSE 1]

Your f[C]an of golden h[G]air
[D]oiled with rose and c[G]innamon [G/F#]
[Em]As your blood bloomed p[G]oppy red
ac[Am]ross your v[C]elvet c[G]oat
Your d[Am]eep blue v[C]elvet c[G]oat

[VERSE 2]

Yes, th[C]ere in Montana p[G]rairie grass
the Si[D]oux shot Custer d[G]own [G/F#]
His r[Em]ed scarf tied, his b[G]lack boots shined
How b[Am]eautiful he lo[C]oked to the f[G]lies,
the h[Am]appy ki[C]ngdom of f[G]lies

[VERSE 3]

Dear C[C]uster there's a Wa[G]l-Mart now
where o[D]nce the grizzlies r[G]oamed [G/F#]
[Em]Mountains of hair spray and c[G]owboy shirts
and ev[Am]eryone h[C]as a g[G]un
[Am]Everyone still h[C]as a g[G]un

[VERSE 4]

But h[C]igh in the rafters ab[G]ove the lights,
red f[D]inches, they hide their n[G]ests [G/F#]
And w[Em]hen our cars drive o[G]ut of sight
they sing s[Am]ymphonies acr[C]oss the n[G]ight
In their f[Am]orest of he[C]ating p[G]ipes

[VERSE 5]

And o[C]ut past the parking lot al[G]ong the curb
in the w[D]ilds of weed and t[G]rash [G/F#]
Great ar[Em]mies of the sm[G]allest ants
fight b[Am]attles for the gl[C]ory of their qu[G]een
Such a t[Am]iny gl[C]orious qu[G]een

[VERSE 6]

But e[C]ven the empress [G]of the ants
[D]for whom ten thousand f[G]all [G/F#]
[Em]Makes not a sound ben[G]eath the blades
of o[Am]ur great e[C]mpire of l[G]awns
How q[Am]uiet is the [C]empire of l[G]awns