| G | Bm | Em | C | G | |
| I lost a | ll of my | vanity when I | peered into the | room |
| G | Bm | Em | |
| I lost | all of my | innocence |
| C | G | |
| When I fell in love with | you |
| G | Bm | Em | C | G | |
| I never knew | a man could | fall so far until I | landed he | re |
| G | Bm | Em | C | G | |
| But all of my | wounds they | turned into gold when I | kissed your | hair |
| Chorus |
| C | G | |
| Now come to me | Hannah |
| C | D | |
| Hannah won't you come home to | me |
| G | Bm | C | Em | |
| And I'll lay | down this | bottle of | wine |
| D | C | G | |
| If you'll | just be | kind to | me |
| Repeat verse |
| Ask her why she cries so loud |
| She will not say a word |
| Eyes like ice and hands that shake |
| She takes what she deserves |
| To celebrate her emptiness |
| In a cold and lonely room |
| Sweep the floor with your long flowered dress |
| If you cannot find a broom |
| Repeat chorus |
| Now come to me Hannah |
| Hannah won't you come home to me |
| And I'll lay down this bottle of wine |
| If you'll just be kind to me |
| Repeat Verse |
| She's got hair that flows right down |
| Right down to the backs of her knees |
| Her Papa he was a preaching man |
| And the Lord is hard to please |
| So she comes down from the ozark hills to these very streets to roam |
| With a banjo and a bible and a fine tooth comb |
| Repeat chorus |
| Now come to me Hannah |
| Hannah won't you come home to me |
| And I'll lay down this bottle of wine if you just be kind to me |
| Repeat Verse |
| I'd walk one mile on this broken glass |
| D | |
| to fall down at your | feet |
| Oh, Hannah you're the queen of the street |
| Repeat Verse |
| I climb the tree with my Hannahlee |
| My intentions they were pure |
| Oh the breeze did whip and I lost my grip |
| And I tumbled towards the earth |
| Where you never would guess who it was that stood below |
| And His name I would never tell |
| But His eyes were clear |
| And His arms were strong |
| And He caught me as I fell |
| Repeat Chorus |
| Now come to me Hannah |
| Hannah won't you come on to me |
| I'll lay down this bottle of wine |
| If you'd just be kind to me |
| Repeat Verse |
| Now I'd walk one mile on just broken glass |
| D | |
| To fall down at your | feet |
| Oh Hannah, you're the queen of the street |