Artist: Iron And Wine
[G]he kissed her once as she l[Am]eaned on the wi[C]ndowsill [G] [Am] [C]
[G]she'll never love him but [Am]knows that her f[C]ather w[G]ill [Am] [C]
[G]her fallen fruit is all r[Am]otten in the m[C]iddle but her
[G]breast never d[Am]ries when he's h[C]ungry
[G] [Am] [C] x2
the money came and she died in her rocking chair
the window wide and the rain in her braided hair
a letter locked in the pattern of her knuckle
like a hymn to the house she was making
[G] [Am] [C] x2
[G]blind and whistling ju[Am]st around the c[C]orner and there's a
[G]wind that is w[Am]hispering [C]something
[G]strong as hell but not h[Am]ickory r[C]ooted
[G] [Am] [C] x2
she kissed him once cause he gave her a cigarette
and turned around but he waits like a turned down bed
and summer left like her walking with another and a
sound of a church bell ringing
[G] [Am] [C] x2
the money came and he died like a butterfly
a buried star and the haze of the city lights
a gun went off and her mother dropped her baby on the
blue feathered wing - we were lucky
[G] [Am] [C] x2
[G]blind and whistling ju[Am]st around the c[C]orner and there's a
[G]wind that is w[Am]hispering [C]something
[G]strong as hell but not h[Am]ickory r[C]ooted
[G] [Am] [C] x12
[G]she'll never love him but [Am]knows that her f[C]ather w[G]ill [Am] [C]
[G]her fallen fruit is all r[Am]otten in the m[C]iddle but her
[G]breast never d[Am]ries when he's h[C]ungry
[G] [Am] [C] x2
the money came and she died in her rocking chair
the window wide and the rain in her braided hair
a letter locked in the pattern of her knuckle
like a hymn to the house she was making
[G] [Am] [C] x2
[G]blind and whistling ju[Am]st around the c[C]orner and there's a
[G]wind that is w[Am]hispering [C]something
[G]strong as hell but not h[Am]ickory r[C]ooted
[G] [Am] [C] x2
she kissed him once cause he gave her a cigarette
and turned around but he waits like a turned down bed
and summer left like her walking with another and a
sound of a church bell ringing
[G] [Am] [C] x2
the money came and he died like a butterfly
a buried star and the haze of the city lights
a gun went off and her mother dropped her baby on the
blue feathered wing - we were lucky
[G] [Am] [C] x2
[G]blind and whistling ju[Am]st around the c[C]orner and there's a
[G]wind that is w[Am]hispering [C]something
[G]strong as hell but not h[Am]ickory r[C]ooted
[G] [Am] [C] x12
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