Slaid Cleaves - Below

Capo 1 Haunting the valley below this sparkling shore Surrounding the valley was a painted red line Drawn by Company men, like marking a crime A silent reminder that all inside it must go Or be lost to the rising Dead River's flow Some folks took the money, started grinding gears While the rest of us held out for twenty-odd years We watched our town like a photograph fade As the Company came to take it all away They tore down the church, the schoolhouse burned They dug up the graves, the (allcountrytabs.com)

Below Slaid Cleaves Capo 3rd Fret F G Am (Choke) Thereâ?[Am]?s an old dirt road, just off route nine. Fades into the [F]lake, [G] at the low water lin[Am]e. [Am]Sometimes I wander down that road alone. Remembering the [Dm]town, [G] that I once called [Am]home. [Am]I grew up on the valley, every neighbor a friend, Until the modern [F]world [G] started creeping i[Am]n. [Am]One day came the lawyers, with cash in hand. They swore that our [Dm]villa[G]ge would light up the [Am]land. Chorus: The du (azchords.com)

rmofle at satx.rr.com 6/11/04 Capo 1 Haunting the valley below this sparkling shore Surrounding the valley was a painted red line Drawn by Company men, like marking a crime A silent reminder that all inside it must go Or be lost to the rising Dead River's flow Some folks took the money, started grinding gears While the rest of us held out for twenty-odd years We watched our town like a photograph fade As the Company came to take it all away They tore down the church, the schoolhouse burn (azchords.com)