| G | D | |
| She | plays guitar in Czech town open | mic nights at the tavern |
| C | G | |
| Sings | country songs that no one's heard since 40 years | ago |
| G | D | |
| She | smiles back at the awestruck boys who | stare up from the darkness |
| C | D | G | |
| She'll | even smile some later when she | tells em thank you | no |
| D | C | |
| She | married him at 24 in | 1987 |
| D | C | |
| Separ | ated by | 89 |
| G | D | |
| Aw | hell she says, it wasn't really | even him no more |
| C | D | G | |
| Still she | drives to Independence just to | visit him some | times |
| Chorus: |
| Em | D | C | |
| St. | Claire of cedar rapids | only does what anybody | would |
| G | D | C | |
| Does any | body walk this | earth in angel's | grace |
| Em | D | C | |
| St. | Claire of cedar rapids | I'd come unto you upon my | knees |
| G | D | G | |
| If | only you would | kiss my sins | away |
| Verse: |
| G | D | |
| She | walks to work alone each | day down by the river |
| C | G | |
| She | tells herself a poem she once read or maybe | wrote |
| G | D | |
| To | say that all the birds and bugs stop | chirpin just to listen |
| C | D | G | |
| As | if it were a song sung by an | angel flyin' | low |
| D | C | |
| Works a | job for the insurance says she | won't quit or divorce him |
| D | C | |
| Till the | state says he don'T | need it anymore |
| G | D | |
| Some nights after just enough | Old Weller she might tell you |
| C | D | G | |
| She | wonders what the hell god put her | on this planet | for |
| Repeat chorus |