Black Chords

Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

(use these chords during verses, you can hit the F#m & E an octave

lower for the chorus for a good sound)

Verse

 I’m coming into your Atown.F♯m

E Night is falling to the gAround,

F♯mbut I can still Esee where you loved yourDself

 before he tAore it all down. April 1D2th,

 with nAobody else around; you were Doutside the house

 (where’s your Emother?), F♯m

E when he put you in the cAar, F♯m

E when he took you down the rAoad.

F♯m And I can still sEee where it was oDpen,

 the doAor he slammed closed. It was oDpen,

 the doAor he slammed closed. It was oDpen, long agEo.

Chorus

 But doAn’t lose me noEw, don’t lose me nF♯mow.

 Though I know tDhat I’m not useful aAnyhow,

F♯m just let me stick aEround

 while I Atell you, like bEefore,

 you should sF♯may his name the Dway that he said yAours.

 But you don't F♯mwant to say his name aEnymore. Oh, Cynda Moore.

Intro

F♯m E Baby daughter on the rAoad,

F♯m youE’re wrapped up warm in daddy’s Acoat.

F♯m And I can still Esee the cigarette’s Dheat.

 I can’t beAlieve all that you're telling Dme,

 what is cAutting like the smoke through your tDeeth

 as you’re telling me “fEorget it.”

F♯m E But if I could tear his thAroat,

F♯m anEd spill his blood between myA jaws,

 anF♯md erase his name out for gEood,

 don’t you know that I wDould?

 Don't you realize that IA wouldn’t pause,

 that I wDould cut him dAown with my claws

 if I cDould have somehow never let that hEappen?

 Or I’d cAall, some black midnEight,

 fuck up his F♯mnew life where they dDon’t know what he dAid,

 tell his bF♯mrand-new wife and his sEecond kid.

 Though I tAell you, like beEfore,

 that you should wF♯mreck his life the wDay that he wrecked Ayours,

 you want F♯mno part of his life anymEore.

Oh Cynda Moore,

Intro

Adon’t lose me nEow, let me help youF♯m out.

 Though I know tDhat I can’t help aAnyhow,

F♯mwhen I watch you I’m pEroud.

 When I tAell you twice beEfore

 that you should wF♯mreck his life the wDay that he wrecked yAours,

 you want F♯mno part of his life Eanymore.

 oh Cynda DMo A - E ore.

 And it’ll nDever be the wAay it was bEefore,

 but I wDish that you would lAet me through that dEoor.

D A E

end on E

Take Care.