performed by Johnny Cash.
Verse 1:
She[A] stepped down from her carriage at 1[F#m]0 Vermillon Street
I to[D]ok off my roustabout and sl[E]ung it to her feet
We [A]went into her parlor and she co[F#m]oled me with her fan
But s[D]aid i'll go no further with a fa[E]ntasy makin' m[A]an
Verse 2:
I [F#]said i'd walk on Ponchatrain for w[B]hat you have today
Just[E] to drink from your deep well and i'll be on my [A]way
She la[F#]ughed and heaven filled the room s[B]aid this i give to you
This [E]body's wisdom is the flesh,but here's a thing or [A]two
Chorus:
De[D]ath and h[E]ell are n[D]ever fu[A]ll
And ne[D]ither are the e[E]yes of m[A]en
Ca[D]ts can f[E]ly from n[D]ine stories h[A]igh
And pigs can s[E]ee the wi[D]nd
Verse 3:
Sh[A]e let me make my pallet in th[F#m]e moonlight on the floor
Just o[D]utside of paradise but ri[E]ght in hell's back door
Th[A]e image of her nibbled at the e[F#m]ye of my soul
My dr[D]eams were a hurricane and qui[E]te out of contro[A]l
Verse 4:
Then [F#]her voice came through the storm it[B]'s more than flesh i deal
You w[E]ill have to pay for any wisdom that you st[A]eal
I aw[F#]oke to tinted windows and la[B]vender and red
The fi[E]rst station of the cross is just above my h[A]ead
I a[F#]woke to gargoyles and a h[B]ard bench for my bed
Jes[E]us Christ and Pontias Pilate were just above my h[A]ead
Chorus.
Perret Charles-Amir : perret@xxxx.xxxx-xxx.fr
Verse 1:
She[A] stepped down from her carriage at 1[F#m]0 Vermillon Street
I to[D]ok off my roustabout and sl[E]ung it to her feet
We [A]went into her parlor and she co[F#m]oled me with her fan
But s[D]aid i'll go no further with a fa[E]ntasy makin' m[A]an
Verse 2:
I [F#]said i'd walk on Ponchatrain for w[B]hat you have today
Just[E] to drink from your deep well and i'll be on my [A]way
She la[F#]ughed and heaven filled the room s[B]aid this i give to you
This [E]body's wisdom is the flesh,but here's a thing or [A]two
Chorus:
De[D]ath and h[E]ell are n[D]ever fu[A]ll
And ne[D]ither are the e[E]yes of m[A]en
Ca[D]ts can f[E]ly from n[D]ine stories h[A]igh
And pigs can s[E]ee the wi[D]nd
Verse 3:
Sh[A]e let me make my pallet in th[F#m]e moonlight on the floor
Just o[D]utside of paradise but ri[E]ght in hell's back door
Th[A]e image of her nibbled at the e[F#m]ye of my soul
My dr[D]eams were a hurricane and qui[E]te out of contro[A]l
Verse 4:
Then [F#]her voice came through the storm it[B]'s more than flesh i deal
You w[E]ill have to pay for any wisdom that you st[A]eal
I aw[F#]oke to tinted windows and la[B]vender and red
The fi[E]rst station of the cross is just above my h[A]ead
I a[F#]woke to gargoyles and a h[B]ard bench for my bed
Jes[E]us Christ and Pontias Pilate were just above my h[A]ead
Chorus.
Perret Charles-Amir : perret@xxxx.xxxx-xxx.fr
