E7 F#m Wildflowers don't grow in the city E7 F#m My heart turns gray and shriveled now D A E F#m I want to be who I wasn't D A E F#m I want to dance in my field of blue A child running for nothin' I watched you go, my feet were glued I found God on Sunday Morning, layin' next to you My arms stretched out like Jesus White sheets nail me down to the bed My heaven burns on Monday With a broken heart and an aching head Wildflowers don't grow in the city I dreamt the sidewalk broke in two The earth was calling to me A vine stretched down Fifth Avenue It came in through my window Carry me home like you used to Подобрать аккорды без баррэ | ТональностьСбросить Размер шрифтаСбросить Аппликатуры аккордовA ![]() D ![]() E ![]() E7 ![]() F#m ![]() |