Early Greg Brown
[D]Early one [G]morning I walked out [D]alone,
I looked down the [A]street; no one was [D]around.
The sun was just [G]comin' up over my [D]home,
On Hickory [A]Street in a little farm [D]town. And
(Chorus:)
[D]Oooo-ee, [G]ain't the mornin' light [D]pretty,
When the dew is still [A]heavy, so bright and [D]earl[D7]y.[G]
My [G]home on the [D]range; it's a one-horse [A]town,
And it's alright with [D]me.[G] [D]
[D]Plow broke the [G]prairie, the prairie gave [D]plenty,
The little towns [A]blossomed and soon there were [D]many.
Scattered like [G]fireflies across the dark [D]night,
And one was called [A]Early, and they sure named it [D]right. 'Cause
(Chorus:)
[D]Oooo-ee, [G]ain't the mornin' light [D]pretty,
When the dew is still [A]heavy, so bright and [D]earl[D7]y.[G]
My [G]home on the [D]range; it's a one-horse [A]town,
And it's alright with [D]me.[G] [D]
[D]Many dry summers [G]parched all the [D]fields,
They burnt the fine [A]colors and cut down on the [D]yield.
But the rain has [G]returned to wash away our [D]tears,
It's the fullest green [A]summer that
We've seen for [A]years. And
(Chorus)
[D]Oooo-ee, [G]ain't the mornin' light [D]pretty,
When the dew is still [A]heavy, so bright and [D]earl[D7]y.[G]
My [G]home on the [D]range; it's a one-horse [A]town,
And it's alright with [D]me.[G] [D]
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