Quail chords by Michael Kelly Blanchard

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Verse 1
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There we were,
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hungry and scared
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Wishing we never  had come
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Homes on our backs, dust in our hair
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Cursing the day we'd begun
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Tell me, I ask you,
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a friend of mine said,
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was it  so bad where we were?
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We didn't have to
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come here to be dead,
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was what we had so unsure?
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Then the quail came,
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falling like dew on the ground,
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the quail came,
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each evening our food to be found,
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taking our curses and
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turning them round,
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filling our ears with those ungrateful
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Grateful sounds, unworthy to stand,
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I bow down.
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There we were, angry and naked,
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looking for someone to blame.
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Babies were screaming
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and our bodies were aching.
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Each day was so  much the same
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I tell  you people, this journey's crazy
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I heard someone say in his rage
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How long  will it be till we realize our folly
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And get back to where we were safe
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Then the quail came
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Falling like you on the ground,
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the quail came
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Each evening our food to be found
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Taking our curses and
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turning them round
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Filling our ears with those
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ungrateful sounds
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Unworthy to stand
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I bow down
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Here we are alone on a desert
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Fed to us to dark dawn today
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Every morning we wake up to find
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Just our measure of food
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that we  need for the way.
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Once we would ask
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if we could have more
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to see that our future survived.
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We've learned now, at last,
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that nothing is sure,
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except that at evening
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the quail will arrive,
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oh, the quail.
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Quilting,
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falling like dew on the ground
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Quilting, each evening
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our food to be found
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Taking our curses and
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turning them round
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Filling our ears with those
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ungrateful sounds
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Unworthy to stand
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I bow down
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