Capo 4th fret

Standard (EADGBE)

We'd feel much better if we sunk this treasure

 And laid our armor down

These precious metals and these captain's letters

They are no use to us now

In the day we struggle with fatigue much greater

 Than any offer was

We bow down and worship these bandits and cowboys

Unable to hold their own guns

I know that soldiers are not paid to think

 But something is making us sick

Onward and steady

Able and young

 In the valley of the low, low sun

In the shade we wander along a highway's shoulder

Into the back of beyond

Burning the daylight into a pastime

That's too wise to come more than once

It's boom boom thunder ain't no sleep coming

Out mining a slippery world

Of snow covered beaches and junkyards of diesel

And bombers named after girls

On bridges of black ice not built for the rush

There's a new kind of beast getting up

That's stranger than fiction

Speaking in tongue

In the valley of the low, low sun

Hold on for the slow turning

Smoke if you've got 'em boys

 This is bottom hiding out

Down under the stairs

Tomorrow has come

 Like it's drunk on the blood

 Of the men who have dared to be there

(Hold)

The earth's still climbing as it keeps on grinding

Its way up around the sun

As cool water crashes down to the masses

Bootlegged and bottled like rum

My dreams are humble, lean as arrows

Streetwise, ready, and fair

As we bum rush the ages tied to the rails

On high seas not fit to be sailed

Whatever we've taken does feel like heaven

But baby, we just look like hell

Act like you mean it where paradise was

In the valley of the low, low sun

Act like you mean it where paradise was

In the valley of the low, low sun

(Sounds more complicated due to the overdubbed guitar soloing over the top, but it sounds

like to me underneath he just cycles these chords)

 Finish on