Capo 1
Intro: Three white butterflies to know you're [D]near
[D]I know they think that it took somebody else
To make me [Am]beautiful, beautiful
As [G]they intended me to be
But they're [D]wrong
[D]I know they think that it took thousands of people
To put me to[Am]gether again like an experiment
Some [G]big men behind the scenes
Sewing Frankenstein black dreams into my [D]songs
But they're [D]wrong
[C]God, if you'rе near me, send mе [G]three white butterflies
Or an [D]owl to know know you're listening, sitting while I'm drinking
[C]Grandfather, please stand on the [G]shoulders of my father
While he's [D]deep-sea fishing for sharks in the Pacific
'Cause I'm [C]good in spirit, warm-bodied
A [G]fallible deity wrapped up in [D]white (Oh-oh)
I'm [C]folk, I'm jazz, I'm blue, I'm green
Re[G]grettably, also a white wo[D]man (Oh-oh)
But I have [C]good intentions even [G]if I'm one of the last [D]ones
If you don't be[C]lieve me, my poetry, or my [G]melodies
Feel it in your [D]bones
I have [C]good intentions, even [G]if I'm one of the last [D]ones
(Ah-[C]ah-ah, yeah, ah-[G]ah-ah, yeah, [D]ah-ah-ah, yeah, mm)
[C]Grandfather, please stand on the [G]shoulders of my father
While he's [D]deep-sea fishing for all the things he's wishing
[C]God, if you're near me, send me [G]three white butterflies
Or a [D]map to know you're fishing, impart on me Your wisdom
It took [G]somebody else to make me [Am7]beautiful, wonderful
As [G]they intended me to be
But they're [D]wrong
[D] [D] [Am] [Am]
[G] [G] [D] [D]
[D]Three white butterflies to know you're near
To make me [Am]beautiful, beautiful
As [G]they intended me to be
But they're [D]wrong
[D]I know they think that it took thousands of people
To put me to[Am]gether again like an experiment
Some [G]big men behind the scenes
Sewing Frankenstein black dreams into my [D]songs
But they're [D]wrong
[C]God, if you'rе near me, send mе [G]three white butterflies
Or an [D]owl to know know you're listening, sitting while I'm drinking
[C]Grandfather, please stand on the [G]shoulders of my father
While he's [D]deep-sea fishing for sharks in the Pacific
'Cause I'm [C]good in spirit, warm-bodied
A [G]fallible deity wrapped up in [D]white (Oh-oh)
I'm [C]folk, I'm jazz, I'm blue, I'm green
Re[G]grettably, also a white wo[D]man (Oh-oh)
But I have [C]good intentions even [G]if I'm one of the last [D]ones
If you don't be[C]lieve me, my poetry, or my [G]melodies
Feel it in your [D]bones
I have [C]good intentions, even [G]if I'm one of the last [D]ones
(Ah-[C]ah-ah, yeah, ah-[G]ah-ah, yeah, [D]ah-ah-ah, yeah, mm)
[C]Grandfather, please stand on the [G]shoulders of my father
While he's [D]deep-sea fishing for all the things he's wishing
[C]God, if you're near me, send me [G]three white butterflies
Or a [D]map to know you're fishing, impart on me Your wisdom
It took [G]somebody else to make me [Am7]beautiful, wonderful
As [G]they intended me to be
But they're [D]wrong
[D] [D] [Am] [Am]
[G] [G] [D] [D]
[D]Three white butterflies to know you're near
