Richard Thompson

^E Pavanne, cold steel ^D wom ^A an Pav ^Bm anne
^E How do you ^A love a ^E woman with ^D eyes cold as the ^C barrel of her ^E gun
Who's ^D never missed her ^C mark on any ^E one
Pa ^Bm vanne, Pa ^F#m vanne, Pa ^E vanne ^{Bm F#m E}
Ca ^G sino doors ^D swing ^A open, the ^F#m rich men raise their ^E eyes
They ^G say who ^D is this ^A beauty as ^F#m elegant as ^B ice
And ^D later there's an a ^A/C# ccident, a ^Bm nother charge d' ^G affair
Is ^C lying in a ^Bm pool of blood, no ^Am witness any ^Bm where
And they ^C say she was a ^D hundred miles ^E away
The ^C#m hotel ^B porter ^A saw her climb the ^E stairs
And the ^C#m maid with ^B trembling ^A hands knows what to ^F#m say
When the ^B judge says "Are your ^E sure," "I'm sure" she ^B7 swears
Chorus
At the presidential palace a thousand people saw
His excellency leave his car and never make the door
The blood flows from his fingers as he clutches at the stain
He staggers like a drunken man, lies twisted in the rain
And they say she grew up well provided for
Her mother used to keep her boys for sure
And father's close attentions led to talk
She learned to stab her food with a silver fork
Pavanne, cold steel woman Pavanne
And they ^C#m say she ^B didn't ^A do it for the ^E money
And they ^C#m say she ^B didn't ^A do it for a ^F#m man
They ^B say that she ^E did it for the ^B7 pleasure,
The ^F#m pleasure of the ^B mo ^B7 ment
Chorus
by: José Duarte
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