[Intro]
Em7 C G D
[Verse 1]
Em7 C
I wish I’d heard them Aspen trees sing back when my grandpa was young
G D
He said there were more gold eagles here than people two to one
Em7
They came and made the wild tame
C
Won the west, but lost the range
G D
It’s as plain as day to see that change has finally come
[Chorus]
C G
Now the Indian paintbrush is in bloom again
D Em
The prairie’s burnin’ up in red and green
C G Em
It breaks my heart to think that my son might not ever get to see
D C
The Indian paintbrush come in bloom again
D Em C G D
Then the Indian paintbrush paints me bluе again
[Verse 2]
Em7 C
Now the sun is sinkin’ down on what’s left of the wеstern front
G
What used to seem so sacred now don’t matter all that much
C
The train tracks cut a trail of scars
G
They bring near what should stay far away
D
Yeah, there’s some things you and me weren’t made to touch
[Chorus]
C G
Like the Indian paintbrush is in bloom again
D Em
The prairie’s burnin’ up in red and green
C G Em
It breaks my heart to think that my son might not ever get to see
D C
The Indian paintbrush come in bloom again
D Em
Then the Indian paintbrush paints me bluе again
[Guitar Solo]
C G D
Em C G D
[Chorus]
C G
Now the Indian paintbrush is in bloom again
D Em
The prairie’s burnin’ up in red and green
C G Em
It breaks my heart to think that my son might not ever get to see
D C
The Indian paintbrush come in bloom again
D C
Then the Indian paintbrush paints me bluе again
[Outro]
C Em7 C G
D Em7 C G
D Em7 C G
D Em7 C G
D Em7
[Intro]
Em7 C G D
[Verse 1]
Em7 C
I wish I’d heard them Aspen trees sing back when my grandpa was young
G D
He said there were more gold eagles here than people two to one
Em7
They came and made the wild tame
C
Won the west, but lost the range
G D
It’s as plain as day to see that change has finally come
[Chorus]
C G
Now the Indian paintbrush is in bloom again
D Em
The prairie’s burnin’ up in red and green
C G Em
It breaks my heart to think that my son might not ever get to see
D C
The Indian paintbrush come in bloom again
D Em C G D
Then the Indian paintbrush paints me bluе again
[Verse 2]
Em7 C
Now the sun is sinkin’ down on what’s left of the wеstern front
G
What used to seem so sacred now don’t matter all that much
C
The train tracks cut a trail of scars
G
They bring near what should stay far away
D
Yeah, there’s some things you and me weren’t made to touch
[Chorus]
C G
Like the Indian paintbrush is in bloom again
D Em
The prairie’s burnin’ up in red and green
C G Em
It breaks my heart to think that my son might not ever get to see
D C
The Indian paintbrush come in bloom again
D Em
Then the Indian paintbrush paints me bluе again
[Guitar Solo]
C G D
Em C G D
[Chorus]
C G
Now the Indian paintbrush is in bloom again
D Em
The prairie’s burnin’ up in red and green
C G Em
It breaks my heart to think that my son might not ever get to see
D C
The Indian paintbrush come in bloom again
D C
Then the Indian paintbrush paints me bluе again
[Outro]
C Em7 C G
D Em7 C G
D Em7 C G
D Em7 C G
D Em7
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