Broken Norah Jones
He's got a [C]broken [G]voice and a [Dm]twisted smil[F]e,
Guess he's [C]been that wa[G]__y now for [Dm]quite a whil[F]e,
He's got [C]blood on his [G]shoes and [Dm]mud on his [F]brim,
Did he [C]do it to him[G]self or was it [Dm]done to h[F]im?
C G Dm F (x2) ...
And people think he don't look well,
But all he needs from what I can tell,
Is someone to help wash away all the paint,
From his purple hands before it gets too late.
I saw him stand alone under a broken street light,
So sincere, singing silent night,
But the trees, they were full and the grass was green,
It was the sweetest thing I had ever seen.
He may move slow,
But that don't mean he's going nowhere,
He may be moving slow,
But that don't mean he's going nowhere.
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