Capo - 3rd fret
[C]The [F]bell[C]y or[F] the bully will pull the boy to me, we're swelling in the sea. Teeth and fingernails
[C] [F]
strip the shell clean, thread my buttons and beads. [C] [F] [Bm] [F#]
[C]And [F]if t[C]he h[F]ouse is sadder when I leave you on your own just build another home -
stubborn Billy-goat!
[C] [F]
Bitter to the bone, chopping timber and stone. [C] [F] [Bm] [F#]
[F]For[C]giv[F]e t[Am]his [F]req[C]ues[G]t, see I'm bleeding half to death. For days I drift and land in your hands,
[F]whe[C]re [F]all[Am] tha[F]t I[C] kn[G]ow is all I need to know. I take the pen and I write: "You are
anything other than kind."
[C] [F] [C] [F] [Bm] [F#] repeat
[C]The [F]son [C]will[F] gift the color when the ashes are grey on our mother's face.
[C] [F]
Giving counsel and giving us a name, such a tender exchange. [C] [F] [Bm] [F#]
[C]But [F]if y[C]ou'r[F]e growing bitter as I lead you through the breeze just lead me to the field.
[C] [F]
Scatter petals and bury me in weeds. Chop a cross from a tree. [C] [F] [Bm] [F#]
[F]For[C]giv[F]e t[Am]his [F]req[C]ues[G]t, see I'm bleeding half to death. For days I drift and land in your hands,
[F]whe[C]re [F]al[Am]l that I know is all I need to know.
[F]But[C] wh[G]en the morning looks down on some river too shallow to hold or fire the ammo,
hide between the digger and the plough.
[Am] [C] [G] [Am] [C] [G]
[C] [F] [C] [F] [Bm] [F#] repeat
end in [C]
[C]The [F]bell[C]y or[F] the bully will pull the boy to me, we're swelling in the sea. Teeth and fingernails
[C] [F]
strip the shell clean, thread my buttons and beads. [C] [F] [Bm] [F#]
[C]And [F]if t[C]he h[F]ouse is sadder when I leave you on your own just build another home -
stubborn Billy-goat!
[C] [F]
Bitter to the bone, chopping timber and stone. [C] [F] [Bm] [F#]
[F]For[C]giv[F]e t[Am]his [F]req[C]ues[G]t, see I'm bleeding half to death. For days I drift and land in your hands,
[F]whe[C]re [F]all[Am] tha[F]t I[C] kn[G]ow is all I need to know. I take the pen and I write: "You are
anything other than kind."
[C] [F] [C] [F] [Bm] [F#] repeat
[C]The [F]son [C]will[F] gift the color when the ashes are grey on our mother's face.
[C] [F]
Giving counsel and giving us a name, such a tender exchange. [C] [F] [Bm] [F#]
[C]But [F]if y[C]ou'r[F]e growing bitter as I lead you through the breeze just lead me to the field.
[C] [F]
Scatter petals and bury me in weeds. Chop a cross from a tree. [C] [F] [Bm] [F#]
[F]For[C]giv[F]e t[Am]his [F]req[C]ues[G]t, see I'm bleeding half to death. For days I drift and land in your hands,
[F]whe[C]re [F]al[Am]l that I know is all I need to know.
[F]But[C] wh[G]en the morning looks down on some river too shallow to hold or fire the ammo,
hide between the digger and the plough.
[Am] [C] [G] [Am] [C] [G]
[C] [F] [C] [F] [Bm] [F#] repeat
end in [C]
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