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The Stillwater Hobos

My Love Shes In America(Chords)

The Stillwater Hobos

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Key: G
 G   D             A  Bm A G 
 Cigarettes in the morning  
         D                Bm            A    G 
 Walking hallways of this strange empty home  
      D              Bm      A  G 
 Cold whiskey in the evening  
       D           A 
 Every day now she?s gone.  


 D                  Bm           A     D 
 Connemara?s on the bus route to Behan  
                           Bm       A    Bm 
 It?s seven days since the last cow died  
                                D          A     D 
 And when the barley?s gone and three lost women  
                            A            D 
 Like the girls and boys in Rome used to cry.  


Bm                             D          A     Bm 
 Just give me cornbread in the morning so early  
                             D            A     Bm 
 For you took my rags in the fold of your hand  
                                 D           A     D 
 And before you fall just like a feather and linen  
                                 A            D 
 Make sure you?ve taken off that black velvet band.  


 D                             Bm        A        Bm 
 They say that roving?s like a candle at midnight  
                           D         A    Bm 
 And some take it like the trot of a mule  
                                     D          A    D 
 But when the road is blind and your own tender lady  
                              A       D 
 You?d take a match to find a firelit fool.  



Bm                             D          A     Bm 
 How come the way?s not like stairs in a castle  
                             D            A     Bm 
 With crimson pictures there to guide you along  
                            D           A     D 
 A gilded bottle with a few draughts inside it  
                                 A            D 
 Makes the lights in the rafters look so strong.  


D                              Bm          A      D 
 When your true love?s gone to run like an engine  
                                Bm          A    Bm 
 After nine young women with no faces their own  
                    D            A     D 
 And in America she spins like a dancer  
                             A             D 
 With barrel straps and some shoes made of stone.  


Bm                               D           A     Bm 
 I?d guess the porches there are all clouded over  
                                   D           A     Bm 
 And pipes and fiddles might could use some repair  
                              D         A       D 
 And all the horses have been broken in stables  
                             A             D 
 And golden fleeces could be worse for the wear.  


D                        Bm         A      D 
 But if you ever come to Clifden by sunset  
                        Bm              A     Bm 
 Just before the Autumn rains touch the shore  
                           D           A      D 
 To stroll along Cleggan?s grey-hooded harbor  
                       A           D 
 Cutting hard like the blade of an oar.  

Bm                      D             A        Bm 
 You take yourself to a hill past the pierline  
                    D           A     Bm 
 To find a cabin of whiskey and milk  
                           D          A       D 
 Where St. Coleman used to ply to his master  
                        A        D 
 Like colored linen and mulberry silk.  


 G   D             A  Bm A G 
 Cigarettes in the morning  
         D                Bm            A    G 
 Walking hallways of this strange empty home  
      D              Bm      A  G 
 Cold whiskey in the evening  
       D           A 
 Every day now she?s gone. 
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