Chords for Ani DiFranco - Done Wrong

[A] _ [B] _ _ _ [F#] _ [G] _ _ _
[D] _ [B] _ [G] _ _ [F#] _ [G] _ _ _
[D] _ [B] _ [G] _ _ [F#m] _ [G] _ _ _
[A] _ [Bm] _ [G] _ _ [F#m] _ [G] _ The [D] [Bm] wind is ruthless, the trees shake [G] angry fingers at the sky
[Bm] _
The people hunch their shoulders, [G] hold their collars over their ears and [Bm] run by
It's a cold rain, it's a hard rain, [G] like the kind you find in songs
[Bm] I [G] guess that makes me, the jerk with the [Bm] heartache, [G] here to sing you about how I've been done wrong
[Bm] And _ _ _ [G] _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [Bm] _
I am sitting, watching out the window of the coffee shop
And I am leaning, _ waiting for it to let up
And I am rocking like a cradle, warming my hands with a cup in between
And I am leaning over the table, holding my face over the [G] sea
_ Before it gets so cold, that the rain turns to snow
There's just a couple things I'd like to know
How could you do [Bm] nothing [G] and say I'm doing my best?
How could you take almost [Bm] everything [G] and come back for the [Em] rest?
How could you make me [Bm] stay, reach [G] out your hands and flee
And then pack up your eyes and run [Bm] away as soon [C#] as I [F#m] agree?
[A] _ [Bm] _ _ [G] _ [F#] _ [G] _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ [G] _
Just _ [Bm] [G] all slips away [Bm] so slowly, you [G] don't even notice that you've lost a [Bm] lot
Been like one of those zombies in Vegas, pouring quarters into a slot
And now I'm tired and I am broke and I feel stupid and I feel used
And I'm at the end of my little rope and I [G] am swinging back and forth
Before _ it gets so cold, that the rain turns to snow
There's just a couple things I'd like to know
_ [Em] How could you do [Bm] nothing and [G] say I'm doing my best?
How could you take almost everything and come back for the [Em] rest?
How could you make me [Bm] stay, reach out your [G] hands and flee
And then pack up your eyes and run [Bm] away as soon [F#m] as [C#] I agree?
[Bm] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [Em] _ _ [A] _ [Bm] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ [Bm] _ _ [G] _
_ _ The wind is [Bm] ruthless and the trees shake angry fingers at the sky
And the people hunch their shoulders, hold their collars over their ears and run by
And it's a cold rain, it's a hard rain, like the kind you find in songs
Cause that makes me a jerk with a heartache, here to sing to you about how I've been done, bro _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ [Bm] How I've been done, bro _ _
_ _ _ How I've been done, bro
How could you do [G] nothing and [Bm] say I'm doing my best, bro?
How could you take almost [G] everything and [Bm] come back [D] for the [Bm] rest?
How could you make me stay, reach out your hands and flee
And then pack up [E] your [G] eyes and run away as soon as I [Bm] agree?
How could you _ [G] _ [Bm] _ _ do nothing, bro? _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _