| G | Am | C | G | Am | C | |
| he kissed her once as she l | eaned on the wi | ndowsill |
| G | Am | C | G | Am | C | |
| she'll never love him but | knows that her f | ather w | ill |
| G | Am | C | |
| her fallen fruit is all r | otten in the m | iddle but her |
| G | Am | C | |
| breast never d | ries when he's h | ungry |
| G Am C x2 |
| the money came and she died in her rocking chair |
| the window wide and the rain in her braided hair |
| a letter locked in the pattern of her knuckle |
| like a hymn to the house she was making |
| G Am C x2 |
| G | Am | C | |
| blind and whistling ju | st around the c | orner and there's a |
| G | Am | C | |
| wind that is w | hispering | something |
| G | Am | C | |
| strong as hell but not h | ickory r | ooted |
| G Am C x2 |
| she kissed him once cause he gave her a cigarette |
| and turned around but he waits like a turned down bed |
| and summer left like her walking with another and a |
| sound of a church bell ringing |
| G Am C x2 |
| the money came and he died like a butterfly |
| a buried star and the haze of the city lights |
| a gun went off and her mother dropped her baby on the |
| blue feathered wing - we were lucky |
| G Am C x2 |
| G | Am | C | |
| blind and whistling ju | st around the c | orner and there's a |
| G | Am | C | |
| wind that is w | hispering | something |
| G | Am | C | |
| strong as hell but not h | ickory r | ooted |
| G Am C x12 |