My Love Shes In America
The Stillwater Hobos
G D A Bm A G Cigarettes in the morning D Bm A G Walking hallways of this strange empty home D Bm A G Cold whiskey in the evening D A Every day now she's gone. D Bm A D Connemara's on the bus route to Behan Bm A Bm It's seven days since the last cow died D A D And when the barley's gone and three lost women A D Like the girls and boys in Rome used to cry. Bm D A Bm Just give me cornbread in the morning so early D A Bm For you took my rags in the fold of your hand D A D And before you fall just like a feather and linen A D Make sure you've taken off that black velvet band. D Bm A Bm They say that roving's like a candle at midnight D A Bm And some take it like the trot of a mule D A D But when the road is blind and your own tender lady A D You'd take a match to find a firelit fool. Bm D A Bm How come the way's not like stairs in a castle D A Bm With crimson pictures there to guide you along D A D A gilded bottle with a few draughts inside it A D Makes the lights in the rafters look so strong. D Bm A D When your true love's gone to run like an engine Bm A Bm After nine young women with no faces their own D A D And in America she spins like a dancer A D With barrel straps and some shoes made of stone. Bm D A Bm I'd guess the porches there are all clouded over D A Bm And pipes and fiddles might could use some repair D A D And all the horses have been broken in stables A D And golden fleeces could be worse for the wear. D Bm A D But if you ever come to Clifden by sunset Bm A Bm Just before the Autumn rains touch the shore D A D To stroll along Cleggan's grey-hooded harbor A D Cutting hard like the blade of an oar. Bm D A Bm You take yourself to a hill past the pierline D A Bm To find a cabin of whiskey and milk D A D Where St. Coleman used to ply to his master A D Like colored linen and mulberry silk. G D A Bm A G Cigarettes in the morning D Bm A G Walking hallways of this strange empty home D Bm A G Cold whiskey in the evening D A Every day now she's gone.