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The List chords by Thea Gilmore

  • Em

  • G

  • B

    2
  • D

  • A

Verse 1
Em
He was a clubland caller,
he was younger than he felt
G
Settled like a moth down in the east
B
- end Neon belt
Em
Well he used to be a believer,
â??til the city got its grip
G
Now if there's any holiness left,
B
Em
Well he can't remember it
Verse 2
Em
She was a high- rise butterfly,
crashed in â??92
G
Into some veiled little suburb
B
that they bulldozed through
Em
Where the little fat angels guard the
harvest like they should
G
Well its downtown now
B
but it used to be the woods
Em
It used to be the woods

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Verse 3
D
A
Em
And, oh its a lonely little town
D
A
Em
G
And oh, its a lonely little tune
B
And if my name is on that list I
Em
guess I'll see you soon
Verse 4
Em
First he heard her voice and then
he saw her face
G
She shone just like a crucifix,
B
an in strument of grace
Em
And they got on like children,
they got a hotel room
G
They got a new religion,
B
a needle and a spoon
Em
Verse 5
And they gave thanks to the heavens,
but the devil held their hands
G
And they walked that great divide between
B
Disciples and partisans
Verse 6
Em
And the brown and the Bible,
they were never quite enough
G
But the life that grew inside her
B
well that felt a bit like love
Em
felt a bit like love
Verse 7
D
A
Em
And, oh its a lonely little town
D
A
Em
G
And oh, its a lonely little tune
B
And if my name is on that list I
Em
G
guess I'll see you soon
B
And if my name is on that list I guess
Em
I'll see you soon
Verse 8
Em
The seasons are a metronome,
the rhythm and the wild
G
The winter took his heart away,
B
the spring it took her child
Em
And the hon eyed breath of summer
is sweet and overgrown
G
But its always autumn sings "its not too
B
late To find your way back home"
Em
To find your way back home"
Verse 9
Em
And a bell sometimes reminds them,
or the singing in the wind
G
The striking of a match,
B
the smell of Paraffin
Em
And some folks are drawn to the flames,
and some just want to hide
G
But the lonely are the prettiest of all,
B
they burn from the inside
Em
They burn from the inside
G
Yeah, the lonely are the prettiest of all,
B
they burn from the inside
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Em
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