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