Chords for Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Papa Won't Leave You, Henry

_ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Eb] [Fm] I went out walking the other day, the heat hung wet around my neck, my head hit a rung
[Gb] with screams and [Fm] groans for the night I spent amongst her bones.
And I passed beside the mission house where that mad old buzzard, the Reverend, shrieked
and clapped about life after you're dead.
[F] Well, I thought about my friend, [Db] Michelle, how they rolled him in [F] linoleum and they shot
him in the neck.
A bloody halo like a pink bubble [Fm] circling his head.
And I bellowed at the firmament, looks like the rains are [Ab] here to stay.
[C] _ [Ab] And the rain pissed [C] down upon me and it washed me all [Fm] away, saying,
[F] Papa won't leave you, Henry, Papa won't leave you, boy.
Papa won't leave you, Henry, Papa won't leave you, boy.
Well, the road is long and the road is hard and many fall [Fm] by the _ [C] side.
[Ab] But Papa won't [Cm] leave you, Henry, [Fm] so there ain't no need [Cm] to cry.
And [F] I went on down the road.
He went on down the road.
Oh, yeah, I went on down the road.
Well, the moon alight, exhausted like something you should pity.
I spent an age spotted above the sizzling wires of [Fm] the city.
But it reminded me [F] of her face and her beach and puffy eyes.
Her hair was like a curtain, not falling open with the laughter and closing with the lies.
And the ghost of her still lingers on, though she's passed, told me, and it's gone.
_ _ Oh, the slum dogs, they are barking, the rain children on the streets.
And the tears that we will weep today will [Ab] all be washed away.
[C] _ [D] And the tears [C] that we will weep, [Fm] we'll weep again [F] tomorrow.
Papa won't leave you, Henry, Papa won't leave you, boy.
Papa won't leave you, Henry, Papa won't leave you, boy.
Well, the road is long and the road is hard and many [Fm] fall by the [C] side.
[Ab] Oh, Papa won't [C] leave you, Henry, [Fm] so there ain't no need to cry.
And I went on down the road, I went on down the road, oh yeah, I [F] went on down the road.
I went on down the _ _ _ road. _
[Fm] _ And [Fm] _ I [F] came upon a little house, a little house upon a [Bbm] hill.
_ _ [Fm] And I entered through and the curtain hissed into the house with its blood red valves,
where wet-lipped women with greasy fists crawl the ceilings and the walls.
And they filled me full of drink [F] and they led me around the rooms,
[Db] naked and cold and grinning, [F] until everything went buck and I [Fm] came down spinning.
[Db] _
[Fm] I walked so drunk and full [F] of rage that I could hardly speak.
[Db] A bag and a whalebone corset draping his dick [F] across my cheek.
Well, it's into the shame and it's into the guilt [G] and it's into the fucking [C] free.
_ And the walls ran red around [Fm] me, a wall of arterial spray.
Papa won't leave you, Henry, [F] Papa won't leave you, boy.
Papa won't leave you, Henry, Papa won't leave you, boy.
Well, the night is dark and the night is deep and [Fm] the shores are open wide.
[C] _
[Ab] Yeah, well, Papa [C] won't leave you, Henry,
[F] so there ain't [F] no deep and cry.
And I went on down the road.
Down the road.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
It's rainy season where I'm living at.
Death comes leaping out of every doorway, wasting you for your money,
for your clothes and for your nothing.
Entire towns being washed away, the fellas explode,
non-inflammable spell ways and the lids [Fm] mouth.
Death crops, babies being born without brains,
the man heats and the relentless rains.
Well, if you stick your arm into that hole, it turns that shit up to the bone.
[F] And with the kiss of a man on my lip, I swiped the [D] rain on a dilly man.
[Cm] _ _ [Ab]
[C] On down the [Fm] road.
[F] Papa won't leave you, Henry, Papa won't leave you, boy.
Papa won't leave you, Henry, Papa won't leave you, boy.
Well, the road is long and the [Fm] road is hard and I'm many fall by the side.
[C]
Well, [Ab] Papa won't [C] leave you, Henry, [E] so there ain't no deep [Fm] and cry.
And [F] I went on down the [Fm] road.
Oh, yeah, I went [F] on down the road.
Yeah, I'm dead beneath my head.
Yeah, I went on down the road. _ _ _ _ _ _
[Fm] _ _ _ [Cm] _ [F] Death flows. _ _