AmGC
Five cans of paint,
G
And the empty fields,
DmAm
And the dust reveals.
AmGC
The children cry,
G
The work never ends,
DmAm
There's not a single friend.
F6G
Who will hold her hand,
CDmAmGCGDm7Am
In the sunken lands?
AmGC
The mud and tears,
G
Melt the cotton balls,
DmAm
It's a heavy toll.
AmGC
His words are cruel,
G
And they sting like fire,
DmAm
Like the devil's choir.
F6G
But who will hold her hand,
CDm
In the sunken lands?
AmGCGDmAmGCGGmAmAmGC
The river rises,
G
And she sails away,
DmAm
She could never stay.
AmGC
Now her work is done,
G
In the sunken lands,
AmGCGDmFAmAm7AAm
There's five empty cans.
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.