Tom: A
A
Little sister, there's blood on the tracks
D
And a lit cigarette but you're not comin' back
C E A
To a town that was built on black gold and iron ore
A
And the kettle got hot, and it boiled and it steamed
D
And 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
A
She wore black dresses black dresses
D
And she never cried in the morning
C
She's got a bottle in paper
E A
So she can forget her name
A
She wore black dresses black dresses
D
And she never smiled in the morning
C
She's got a bottle in paper
E A
So she can forget her name
A
Well her home town was built by a few greedy men
D
And people tell me she was descended from them
C E A
She's been playin' in the darkness ever since she was a kid
A
And she doesn't mourn for her man's come and gone
D
She's worn the color of black all along
C E A
And she was born with a stone where there shoulda been a heart
A
She wore black dresses black dresses
D
And she never cried in the morning
C
She's got a bottle in paper
E A
So she can forget her name
A
She wore black dresses black dresses
D
And she never smiled in the morning
C
She's got a bottle in paper
E A
So she can forget her name
D A E A
Did you ever meet a girl who was born the victim of a name?
D A E A
I 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 D
I know, 'cuz I'm a boy who was born the victim of a name
A
Little sister, there's blood on the tracks
D
And a lit cigarette but you're not comin' back
C E A
To a town that was built on black gold and iron ore
A
She wore black dresses
D
And she never cried in the morning
C
She's got a bottle in paper
E A
So she can forget her name
A
She wore black dresses
D
And she never smiled in the morning
C
She's got a bottle in paper
E A
So she can forget her name
C
She's got a bottle in paper
E A
So she can forget her name
C
She's got a bottle in paper
E A
So she can forget her name
