Chords for My Love, She's in America

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[A] _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ Cigarettes in the morning, _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [D] walking _ [Bm] hallways of this strange empty [A] home,
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cold [D] whiskey [Bm] in the evening, _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
[D] every day [A] now she's gone. _
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_ [D] _ _ Connemara's on [Bm] the bus route [G] to [D] Béarn, it's seven days [B] since the last [A] cow died,
[Bm] and when the [D] barley's gone and three [G] lost [D] women, like the girls and [A] boys in Rome [D] used to cry,
_ _ [Bm] Just give me cornbread in the [D] [G] mornings, [Bm] earthy, for you took my [D] rags in the fold of your [A] hand,
_ [B] and before you fall [D] just like a feather [Bm] and linen, _ make sure you've taken off [A] that black [D] velvet band. _ _
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[D] They say the grove ends [B] like a candle [G] at [D] midnight, and some take it like [Bm] the trot [A] of a mule,
[B] but when the road is [D] blind and your own [G] tender [D] lady, you'd take a match to [A] find a fire [D] lit fool.
_ _ [Bm] How come the way is [D] not like stairs [G] in a castle, [Bm] with crimson [D] pictures there to guide [A] you along,
[B] a gilded bottle [D] with a few [G] draughts inside [Bm] it, make the lights in the [A] rafters [D] look so strong.
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[A] _ _ _ _ [D] When your true love's gone [Bm] to run like an [G] [D] engine, after nine young women with no faces their [A] own,
[Bm] and in America [D] she spins like a [Em] dancer, [D] with barrel straps [A] and some shoes [D] made of stone,
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I guess the porches there are [D] all clouded [G] over, [Bm] _
and pipes and fiddles [D] might could use some [A] repair,
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and all the horses have [D] been broken [G] in [Bm] stables, and golden fleeces could [A] be worse for the [D] wear. _
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[D] So if you ever [Bm] come to Clifton by [G]
[D] sunset, just before the autumn rains [A] touch the shore,
[Bm] to stroll along [D] Claggan's grey hooded [G]
[D] harbour, cutting hard [A] like the blade [D] of an oar,
[Bm] you take yourself [D] to a hill past the [G] pier [Bm] line, to find a cabin [D] of whiskey [A] and milk,
[Bm] where St.
Coman [D] used to ply [G] to his [Bm] master like coloured linen [A] and [D] mulberry silk.
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[G] _ _ _ [D] Cigarettes in the morning, _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ [D] walking hallways of [Bm] this strange empty [A] home,
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[Em] cold whiskey in [Bm] the evening, _
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[D] every day now [A] _ she's gone. _
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