Death And Hell Chords by The Highwaymen

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_ _ _ _ She stepped down from her carriage [F#m] at 10 Vermillion Street.
_ [D] I took off my roustabout [E] and slung it at her feet.
[A] We went into her parlor and [F#m] she cooled me with her fan,
[D] but said I'll go no further with [E] a fantasy-making [A] man.
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[F#] I said I'd walk on Pontchartrain [B] for what you have today,
[E] just a drink from your deep well and I'll be on [A] my way. _
_ [G] [F#] She laughed and heaven-filled the room, [B] said this I give to you,
[E] this body's wisdom is the flesh, but here's a [A] thing or two.
_ _ _ [D] Death [E] and hell [D] are never [A] full, [D] and neither are [E] the eyes [A] of men.
_ _ [D] Cats [E] can fly [D] from nine [A] stories high, and pigs [E] can see [D] the wind.
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She let me make my palate [F#m] in the moonlight on the floor,
[D] just outside of paradise, [E] but right in hell's back door.
[A] The image of her nibbled at [F#m] the eye of my soul.
My [D] dreams were a hurricane, [E] quite out of [A] control. _
_ [F#] Then her voice came through the [B] storm, it's more than flesh I deal,
[E] and you will have to pay for any [A] wisdom that you steal.
[F#] I walked to tinted windows [B] and lavender and red,
[E] the first station of the cross just above [A] my head.
_ _ [F#] I walked to gargoyles [B] and a hard bench for my bed,
Jesus [E] Christ and Pontius Pilate were just [A] above my head.
_ _ [D] Death [E] and hell [D] are never [A] full, [D] and neither [E] are the eyes [A] of men.
_ _ [D] Cats [E] can fly [D] from nine stories [A] high, and pigs [E] can see [D] the wind.
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