Chords for Elizabeth Cook "Tabitha Tuders' Mama"

[B] _ _ You wouldn't know it by fading flowers in the yard.
_ _ The spirits they're broken, time goes on.
_ _ The sun can be shining all over town.
_ _ But here one solitary cloud hangs round.
_ _ [E] She dusts her room and strains her shoes.
[B] _ Now she might walk in tomorrow for six o'clock news.
[F#] But she's pretty but [B] the world hardly looks up.
[E] _ _ [B] When your mama makes lunch and your daddy drives a truck.
[F#] _ _ [B] She can't help but wonder, but she don't care.
[F#] _ _ [B] That I might lay [F#] in too long there.
_ [B] There's a number written [E] by a twelve year old fairy.
_ [F#] [B] In a file in Nashville labeled cold cake.
_ And an [E] old box fan still [B] caught her heat.
_ _ Ruffle curtains blow on Lillian _ Street.
[E] _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#m] _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ [B] Five sex offenders live on that street.
_ _ The whole damn world's crawling with grief.
_ _ Too [C#] close to wear her dresses [B] twirl.
_ Too close, too late, too bad little girl.
_ [E] Poor people got a [B] lot of heart.
_ [F#] [B] Who's worth more than five [E] thousand dollars?
_ [B] _ Elizabeth Smart. _
_ Please pray [E] for Tabitha [B] Tudor's mama.
[Em] _
_ [B] Even [E] if you don't [B] pray at all. _
_ Please [E] pray for Tabitha [B] Tudor's mama. _
_ Even [E] if you [B] don't pray at all.
_ Still in her heart, still in her. _ _
_ Still cut up on a pallet at the foot of the bed.
_ Too close to wear her dresses twirl. _
_ Too close, too late, [E] too bad little _ girl.
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