Artist: Alela Diane
[INTRO]
[D]
[VERSE 1]
[D]When the day, when the day falls to the[G] light
[D]At the end, oh the end of[G] my time
[Em]I call to the da[G]rk take the b[D]ones off my back
[Em]And I ch[Em7]ant to the[G] black you were m[D]y lady divine
[Em7]'Cause my children [G]are in hiding
Mortor an[D]d pestle they grind
[CHORUS]
[Em7]Those songs whistled through [G]white teeth do scuff th[D]e days
[Em]With songs for chi[G]ldren to s[D]ing
[Em7]Those songs whistled through w[G]hite teeth do scuff th[D]e days
[Em7]With songs for ch[G]ildren to si[D]ng
[Em] [G] [D] (2x)
[VERSE 2]
[D]When the chairs are tucked into the fa[G]ding song
[D]And the silver of their pours ha[G]s grown long
[Em]Oh, they call to the d[G]ark, take the bones [D]off my back
[Em7]And they chant to the bl[G]ack you were my lad[D]y divine
[Em]And they bloat like a bitter[G] wine in their be[D]llies
[CHORUS]
[Em]'Cause the bones have bee[G]n removed
From their [D]hunched over backs
[Em7]And their children are all[G] grown now
Mortor and p[D]estle they grind
[CHORUS]
[Em7]Those songs whistled through [G]white teeth still scuff the d[D]ays
[Em]With songs for chil[G]dren to si[D]ng
[Em7]Those songs whistled through w[G]hite teeth still scuff the d[D]ays
[Em7]With songs for chi[G]ldren to si[D]ng
[Em]Those songs for ch[G]ildren to s[D]ing
[OUTRO]
[Em] [G] [D] (3x)
[D]
[VERSE 1]
[D]When the day, when the day falls to the[G] light
[D]At the end, oh the end of[G] my time
[Em]I call to the da[G]rk take the b[D]ones off my back
[Em]And I ch[Em7]ant to the[G] black you were m[D]y lady divine
[Em7]'Cause my children [G]are in hiding
Mortor an[D]d pestle they grind
[CHORUS]
[Em7]Those songs whistled through [G]white teeth do scuff th[D]e days
[Em]With songs for chi[G]ldren to s[D]ing
[Em7]Those songs whistled through w[G]hite teeth do scuff th[D]e days
[Em7]With songs for ch[G]ildren to si[D]ng
[Em] [G] [D] (2x)
[VERSE 2]
[D]When the chairs are tucked into the fa[G]ding song
[D]And the silver of their pours ha[G]s grown long
[Em]Oh, they call to the d[G]ark, take the bones [D]off my back
[Em7]And they chant to the bl[G]ack you were my lad[D]y divine
[Em]And they bloat like a bitter[G] wine in their be[D]llies
[CHORUS]
[Em]'Cause the bones have bee[G]n removed
From their [D]hunched over backs
[Em7]And their children are all[G] grown now
Mortor and p[D]estle they grind
[CHORUS]
[Em7]Those songs whistled through [G]white teeth still scuff the d[D]ays
[Em]With songs for chil[G]dren to si[D]ng
[Em7]Those songs whistled through w[G]hite teeth still scuff the d[D]ays
[Em7]With songs for chi[G]ldren to si[D]ng
[Em]Those songs for ch[G]ildren to s[D]ing
[OUTRO]
[Em] [G] [D] (3x)
Used chords
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