“Will It Grow”
Jakob Dylan
Intro: C#m
C#m A E
I made a promise to not let go;
E C#m B A
Our tug of war has only made me want you more.
A B E A
Steeped in hard luck and doomed to roam;
A B C#m
My love is braver than you know.
My forefathers, they worked this land,
And I was schooled in the tyranny of nature’s plans.
Dressed in thunder, a cloud came round;
A B E C#m
In the shape of a lion, a hand came down.
A E A E
Damn this valley, damn this cold.
E B A C#m
Takes so long to let me know…
A E A E
It’s plant and reap and plow and sow,
E C#m
But tell me will it grow?
Dig my ditches in the golden sun;
I’d be robbing these trains if I could catch me one.
Sunday, Monday, now Tuesday’s gone…
Got me stone cold sober in a drought so long.
Boarded mansions and ghost filled yards;
There’s a boy in a water tower counting cars.
Steel traps open and empty stalls;
There’s a well-worn saddle, but the horse is gone.
Damn this valley, damn this cold.
Takes so long to let me know…
It’s plant and reap and plow and sow,
But tell me will it grow?
Jet black starlit midnight rolls;
I am down in the garden where I let you go.
Here on the surface, the earth looks round,
But it’s a Godless city of cold flat ground.
Damn this valley, damn this cold.
Takes so long to let me know…
It’s plant and reap and plow and sow,
But tell me will it grow?
C#m C#m – B – E – B – A
Will it grow?…
A C#m – B – E – B – A
Will it grow?…
A C#m – B – E – B – A
Will it grow?…
Outro: C#m
