Luisa’s Bones Crooked Fingers We came, [Am]by the rising of the river, on a river with no [G]name, in the summer monsoon [Am]rain, to wash away luisa's [E]bones, from the ghost who guards her [Am]grave. [Am]She lays by the ride of firing anvils, in a house with cast iron [G]gates, and underneath red candles [Am]weights, for her killers to come [E]home and, for a fine revenge to [Am]pay. ( Tab from: http://www.guitartabs.cc/tabs/c/crooked_fingers/luisas_bones_crd.html ) [C]She goes for a ride (guitartabs.cc)
