Am C F
C G Dm Dsus
FIRST VERSE:
A Am black sheep C boy re F volves C over G canyons and Dm waterfalls Dsus . Dm
Dm A black sheep Dsus boy dissolves in syringe or in shower stall.
FIRST CHORUS:
Dm He says
there's C plenty of time to G make you Dm mine to F night,
there's C plenty of time to G make you Dm mine.
He says
there's C plenty of ways to G know you're not Dm dying,
all F right.
Hell, there's C plenty of light still G left in your Dm eyes.
F*
In your eyes.
FIRST PRE-VERSE:
Am C F C G Dm
SECOND VERSE:
A Am black sheep C boy grows F horns, C
breathing G smoke through his Dm microphone.
The airwave Dm s stretch and they groan, bleeding, birthing his black diapason.
SECOND CHORUS:
He says
there's C plenty of things to G wear when you Dm come to F me,
every C color of G sleeve to be Dm rolled.
There are millions C of rolling G eyes that still Dm cling to F me.
Every C language of G king is con Dm cerned.
BRIDGE:
So why Am
did you bawl Dm
from the G spell of some D old holy A song
that some G liar laughed D as he com A posed,
some G liar I D loved to con A trol?
SECOND PRE-VERSE:
*I included both the chords and the faint guitar in the background*
Dsus
Dsus
THIRD VERSE:
*For the first 4 lines there's no guitar, but the bass copies the notes the guitar would
playing*
A Am black sheep C boy dis F solves Am
in hot C cream, in F sweet moans, Am
in each C dead bed and F empty home, Am
in each C seething bact F erium. Am
Killing C softly and F serial,
he lifts his C head, handsome, G horned, magi Dm sterial.
He's the C smell of the G moonlight wis Dm teria.
He's the C thrill of the G abeced Dm arian.
(See the C muddy hoof G prints where he Dm carried yo
THIRD CHORUS:
And there's C plenty of ways to G claim his Dm crimes to F night,
and there's C plenty of things to G do on his Dm dime.
And there's C plenty of ways to G wear his Dm hide ton F ight.
You've got C your G s and I've got Dm mine.
You've got C your G s and I've got Dm mine.
OUTRO:
So why Dm
did you flee? Am
Don't you G know you can't D leave his con A trol
only G call all his D wild works your A own?
So come G back and we'll D take them all A on.
So come G back to your D life on the A lam.
So come G back to your D old black sheep A man.
He says
I am G waiting on D hoof and on A hand.
I am G waiting, all D hated and A damned.
I am G waiting, I D snort and I A stamp.
I am G waiting, you D know that I A am, D
calmly G waiting to D make you my A lamb
Okkervil River
