Early,
Greg Brown, from 44 & 66

Transcribed by Marty Breeden <Breedenhoosiers@aol.com>


(G)Early one (C) morning I walked out a (G) lone,

I looked down the (D) street; no (D7) one was a (G) round.

The sun was just (C) comin' up over my (G) home,

On Hickory (D) Street in a (D7) little farm (G) town. And



[chorus:]

(G7) Oooo-(C) ee, ain't the mornin' light (G) pretty,

When the dew is still (D) heavy, so bright and (G) ear (G7) (C) ly.

My home on the (G) range; it's a one-horse (D) town,

And it's (D7) alright with (G) me. (C) (with a walkdown on the A string 3rd fret, 2nd fret open and then G
chord)



(G) Plow broke the (C) prairie, the prairie gave (G) plenty,

The little towns (D) blossomed and (D7) soon there were (G) many.

Scattered like (C) fireflies across the dark (G) night,

And one was called (D) Early, and they (D7) sure named it (G) right. 'Cause (G7) 


[repeat chorus]


(G7) Many dry (C) summers parched all the (G) fields,

They burnt the fine (D) colors and (D7) cut down on the (G) yield. (G7)

But the rain has (C) returned to wash away our (G) tears,

It's the fullest green (D) summer that

(D7) We've seen for (G) years. And (G7)


[repeat chorus]