Crickets
Written by Brent Baxter, Lisa Shaffer & Bill Whyte
Recorded by Joe Nichols

(No Capo)

Intro.:  |(D)(A)|(G) | x 2

Past the (D)cotton fields in the (A)old spring mill
We laid a (D/F#)blanket down where the (G)world was still
Where (D)nothin' but a quarter (A)moon lights up the (G)dark
Just (D)me and her, let (A)nature work when it (D/F#)feels so right
There's no (G)need for words
(D)All cuddled up just (A)listenin' to our (G)hearts ---

(Chorus)
And the (D)crickets, (D/F#)itty bitty (G)crickets
There ain't an-(A)other sound for miles around just (D)listen (A)
It's (D)quiet, (D/F#)real (G) quiet
When the (A)crickets start chirpin', Lord, don't they say it all (D)

It was (D)going great, just our (A)third date
We were (D/F#)taken' it slow, but getting (G)carried away
I (D)never thought you could (A)fall so far so (G)soon
It (D)coulda been her eyes or the (A)boon's farm wine
But (D/F#)either way my tongue (G)came untied
And (D)we both heard me (A)say, I love (G)you ---

(Chorus)
(D)Crickets, (D/F#)nothin' but (G)crickets
Ain't an-(A)other sound for miles around just (D)listen (A)
It's (D)quiet, (D/F#)real (G) quiet
When the (A)crickets start chirpin' Lord, don't they say it all (D)

(Bridge)
It (A)might been seconds, but it felt like an hour
Then she (G)gave me a kiss, said it's (D)all worked out
Got (A)momma's white dress, my grand momma's ring
I (G)know a little church, baby, (A)what do you think? ---
She said, what do you think ---

Solo:  |(D) |(G) |(A) |(D)(A)

(Chorus)
It's (D)quiet, (D/F#) (G)real quiet
When the (A)crickets start chirpin', Lord, don't they say it all (D) (A)
Oh, (D)crickets, (D/F#)itty bitty (G)crickets
When the (A)crickets start chirpin', Lord, don't they say it all (D) -----