Thought it was about time someone got this song out on the internet.
Cappo 5
[C]Down here underneath the [Em]mic[F]roscope,
it's hard to cop[C]e.
don't hide your face in your hands,
[Em]'cause if your eyes play [F]tricks,
it's outta my contr[C]ol.[F]
it's gonna[G] be a long cold wint[C]er.[F]
the skeletons of [G]trees, my blackwater chi[C]ld
if you don't love me, well, don't shove me
out into the dark
without a flashlight or a spark.
any stitches cling like bitches to my arms
for all my charms.
it's gonna be a crooked little winter
the skeletons of trees, my blackwater child
[C] [F]
she's walking [G]home[Em]
to the devil's flowers[F].
the broken bon[G]es[Em]
of heavy hour[F]s.
we stayed out lat[G]e,[Em]
it's a lighthouse trai[F]t.
and we'll take o[G]ur [Em]time[F] [F] [C] Time[C]
You can figure the little picking bits out for yourself, there not hard just played
around the Chord
Cappo 5
[C]Down here underneath the [Em]mic[F]roscope,
it's hard to cop[C]e.
don't hide your face in your hands,
[Em]'cause if your eyes play [F]tricks,
it's outta my contr[C]ol.[F]
it's gonna[G] be a long cold wint[C]er.[F]
the skeletons of [G]trees, my blackwater chi[C]ld
if you don't love me, well, don't shove me
out into the dark
without a flashlight or a spark.
any stitches cling like bitches to my arms
for all my charms.
it's gonna be a crooked little winter
the skeletons of trees, my blackwater child
[C] [F]
she's walking [G]home[Em]
to the devil's flowers[F].
the broken bon[G]es[Em]
of heavy hour[F]s.
we stayed out lat[G]e,[Em]
it's a lighthouse trai[F]t.
and we'll take o[G]ur [Em]time[F] [F] [C] Time[C]
You can figure the little picking bits out for yourself, there not hard just played
around the Chord
