Lucinda Williams Pineola written by Lucinda Williams
Gurf Morlix guitar
Doug Atwell fiddle
Duane Jarvis guitar
John Ciambotti bass
Donald Lindley drums
Byron Berline fiddle
When [G]Daddy told me what [F]happened
I [C]couldn't believe what he just [G]said
Sonny shot himself with a [F]44 and they [C]found him lyin on his [G]bed
[G]I could not speak a [F]single word no [C]tears streamed down my [G]face
I just [G]sat there on the [F]living room couch [C]staring off into [G]space
[G]Mama and Daddy went [F]over to the house to [C]see what had to be [G]done
They took the sheets off [F]of the bed and [C]they went to call [G]someone
Some of us gathered at a [F]friend's house to [C]help each other ease the[G]
pain
[G]I just sat alone in a [F]corner chair I [C]couldn't say much of a[G]nything
[G]We drove on out to the [F]country
His [C]friends all stood a[G]round
[G]Subiaco [F]Cemetery [C]is where we lay him [G]down
I saw his mama, she was [F]standing there his [C]sister she was there [G]too
I saw them look at us standing [F]around the grave and [C]not a soul they[G]
knew
[G]Born and raised in Pin[F]eola his [C]mama believed in the Pentec[G]ost
She got the preacher to say some [F]words so his [C]soul wouldn't get [G]lost
SOLO
[G]Some of us we stood in [F]silence some [C]bowed their heads and[G] prayed
[G] [F] [C]
[G]I think I must've picked up a handful of dust and let it fall over his
grave
[G] [F] [C]
[G]I think I must've picked up a handful of dust and let it fall over his
grave
SOLO
From Lucinda Williams "Sweet Old World'
Chameleon Records 19992
Lucy Jones Music(BMI)
Gurf Morlix guitar
Doug Atwell fiddle
Duane Jarvis guitar
John Ciambotti bass
Donald Lindley drums
Byron Berline fiddle
When [G]Daddy told me what [F]happened
I [C]couldn't believe what he just [G]said
Sonny shot himself with a [F]44 and they [C]found him lyin on his [G]bed
[G]I could not speak a [F]single word no [C]tears streamed down my [G]face
I just [G]sat there on the [F]living room couch [C]staring off into [G]space
[G]Mama and Daddy went [F]over to the house to [C]see what had to be [G]done
They took the sheets off [F]of the bed and [C]they went to call [G]someone
Some of us gathered at a [F]friend's house to [C]help each other ease the[G]
pain
[G]I just sat alone in a [F]corner chair I [C]couldn't say much of a[G]nything
[G]We drove on out to the [F]country
His [C]friends all stood a[G]round
[G]Subiaco [F]Cemetery [C]is where we lay him [G]down
I saw his mama, she was [F]standing there his [C]sister she was there [G]too
I saw them look at us standing [F]around the grave and [C]not a soul they[G]
knew
[G]Born and raised in Pin[F]eola his [C]mama believed in the Pentec[G]ost
She got the preacher to say some [F]words so his [C]soul wouldn't get [G]lost
SOLO
[G]Some of us we stood in [F]silence some [C]bowed their heads and[G] prayed
[G] [F] [C]
[G]I think I must've picked up a handful of dust and let it fall over his
grave
[G] [F] [C]
[G]I think I must've picked up a handful of dust and let it fall over his
grave
SOLO
From Lucinda Williams "Sweet Old World'
Chameleon Records 19992
Lucy Jones Music(BMI)
