A Fine Line

A FINE LINE THE WALTONS

D/G/D/G

Maybe this doesn't mean a thing

Maybe it's just a stupid thing to think

About all of these awful things in life

While I'm alright here

Nothing bad ever comes here or grows

Out of the flat young lands of home

G D / G

Just never leave and sure you will grow old

D / G

We'll grow old

Maybe I don't know a thing

Maybe it's just a stupid thing to think

About all of these awful things in life

While I'm alright here

Nothing bad ever comes here or grows

Out of the flat young lands of home

Just never leave and sure you will grow old

We'll grow old

I've got my rights to be me

I've got no fights to displease my soul

Will never know this dis-ease

Of standing in a line, a firing line

D G Em /A

Standing, waiting in a line, wasting my time

Maybe I should learn some things

Maybe it's it's time I learned some things about

All of these awful things in life

While I'm alright here

Nothing bad ever comes here or grows

Out of the flat young lands of home

Just never leave and sure you will grow old

We'll grow old

I've got my rights to be me

I've got no fights to displease my soul

Will never know this dis-ease

Of standing in a line, a firing line

Standing, waiting in a line, wasting my time

It's not too late

It's not too late to say

Then straight into the Chorus again......

End with D/D/G/G

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IT IS WINTER

"A hush settles over the snowy landscape

Broken only by the sound of frozen trees exploding" -Red Green