The Builders And The Butchers – Black Dresses chords

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            the Builders and the Butchers

                   "BLACK DRESSES"


ALittle sister, there's blood on the tracks,
DAnd a lit cigarette but you're not comin' back,
C                           E                      ATo a town that was built on black gold and iron ore.

AAnd the kettle got hot, and it boiled and it steamed,
DAnd you can't run away from the worst of your dreams,
C                                 E                        A They'll string you up when you're tryin' to fall fast asleep.


AShe wore black dresses [black dresses]
DAnd she never cried in the morning.
CShe's got a bottle in paper
E                     ASo she can forget her name.
AShe wore black dresses [black dresses]
DAnd she never smiled in the morning.
CShe's got a bottle in paper
E                     ASo she can forget her name.


AWell her home town was built by a few greedy men,
DAnd people tell me she was descended from them.
C                                  E                    AShe's been playin' in the darkness ever since she was a kid.


AAnd she doesn't mourn for her man's come and gone,
DShe's worn the color of black all along,
C                       E                                AAnd she was born with a stone where there shoulda been a heart.


AShe wore black dresses [black dresses]
DAnd she never cried in the morning.
CShe's got a bottle in paper
E                     ASo she can forget her name.
AShe wore black dresses [black dresses]
DAnd she never smiled in the morning.
CShe's got a bottle in paper
E                     A So she can forget her name.


D                   A                     E           ADid you ever meet a girl who was born the victim of a name?
D                  A                    E           AI know, 'cuz I'm a boy who was born the victim of a name.
D                   A                     E           A Did you ever meet a girl who was born the victim of a name?
D                  A                    E           DI know, 'cuz I'm a boy who was born the victim of a name.


ALittle sister, there's blood on the tracks,
DAnd a lit cigarette but you're not comin' back,
C                           E                     ATo a town that was built on black gold and iron ore.


AShe wore black dresses
DAnd she never cried in the morning.
CShe's got a bottle in paper
E                     ASo she can forget her name.
AShe wore black dresses
DAnd she never smiled in the morning.
CShe's got a bottle in paper
E                     A So she can forget her name.


CShe's got a bottle in paper
E                     ASo she can forget her name.
C She's got a bottle in paper
E                     ASo she can forget her name...







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