| G | F | C | am | |
| We met some time a | go, when we we | re almost young |
| bm | am | F | G | |
| I | t never crossed | my mind to ask, where did you | come from? |
| G | F | C | am | |
| I didn't have much | money, so I s | tole you a rose |
| bm | am | F | G | |
| Yo | u were dressed like an or | phan, in Salvation | Army clothes |
| PreChorus 1 |
| D | C | G | C | |
| I never thought I'd | lose ya, no - I'd | rather go blind |
| D | C | G | C | |
| I thought I saw the | future, but the f | ortune teller lied |
| Chorus 1 |
| C | dm | F | C | |
| Your love was my salvati | on, it could alwa | ys get me high |
| C | dm | F | C | |
| What was once holy water, ta | stes like | bitter wine |
| Verse 2 |
| I know I wasn't funny, but you laughed at all my jokes |
| When I was choking on the words to say, you shoved your finger down my throat |
| The first night I said I loved you, you told me to go to hell |
| You were giving me head, on that creeky, old bed at the Ol'Duvol Motel |
| PreChorus2 |
| Just like everything ,even good love has to die |
| Ain't no sympathy when it sayes goodbye |
| Chorus1 |
| Solo am | C | am | C | am | F | F | C |
| PreChorus2 |
| Link |
| am | C | dm | F | C | |
| No one even cried, we | 're one of a kind, one of a kind |
| Chorus2 |
| Lov let me stranded at the station and the last train's gone by |
| What was once holy water, tastes like bitter wine |
| Chorus3 |
| Your love was my salvation, it could always get me high |
| You take the "bag"(?) of holy water, now all that's left is bitter wine |
| End | C | F | C | |
| Transcribed by Matthias Kiess, September 1995, e-mail: kiess@ipa.fhg.de |
| Any additions, corrections, tabs, ticks, tricks etc... are welcome. |