Annabelle(Chords)

	        
Intro 
F C F C F C F C F 

Verse 1:
                   C 
That old woman from Dove Creek Colorado, 
F                             C 
On her way to see her mom one more time 
F                     C 
Looking for an answer or some kind of cure 
        F                           G 
For the loneliness she'd had in her heart all her life
 

Verse 2:
F                                 C 
You left the hard part up to her, trying to put it all into words 
F                              C 
Measuring the miles behind her eyes 
F                             C 
Hopin' she don't turn to you, wondering where you're running off to 
             F                                  G 
If she don't ask no questions you won't have to tell no lies 

Pre-Chorus
G   Am             Em 
Annabelle, all the stories you tell 
     F                           C 
Are about bus stations and trains 
            Am             Em 
And all the folks you will never know well 
      F                                            C 
You remember by the names of the places from where they came 

      Am                          Em 
Now I listen like a child, as you recount the trials 
   F                                      G 
Of strangers who are closer than your own kin 
        Am                           Em 
You can leave your coat on, ?cause I know it won't be long 
         F            G         C 
Till you slip out the back door again 


F                               C 
Spending all your time in bars, trading smiles for stories of the war 
F                                         C 
In truckstops and motels I know you can't afford 
F                         C 
What would I ever do if I heard something happened to you 
   F                           G 
Or worse, if I hear nothing at all 


Pre-Chorus
G   Am             Em 
Annabelle, all the stories you tell 
    F                            C 
Are about bus stations and trains 
            Am             Em 
And all the folks you will never know well 
    F                                              C 
You remember by the names of the places from where they came 

 
    Am                          Em 
Now I listen like a child, as you recount the trials 
   F                                      G 
Of strangers who are closer than your own kin 
        Am                           Em 
You can leave your coat on, ?cause I know it won't be long 
         F            G         C 
Till you slip out the back door again 


Instrumental 
C Am Em F G Am Em F C 

F                         C 
Your one of a dying breed who only takes what they need 
F                                            C 
And leaves the rest to the feast of the fools 
F                               C 
When someone else along the way asks you to stop and stay 
F                        G 
And tell them a story or two 

Verse 5 
              F                          C 
Tell them the one about the old man from Blue River, Arizona 
F                                             C 
Who is tall and handsome in spite of his lazy eye 
F                          C 
Never found no gold on the trail of old Coronado 
      F                                G 
Spent half of his life waiting on that quittin' time whistle to blow 


    Am             Em 
Annabelle, all the stories you tell 
    F                            C 
Are about bus stations and trains 
            Am             Em 
And all the folks you will never know well 
      F                                            C 
You remember by the names of the places from where they came 

      Am                          Em 
Now I listen like a child, as you recount the trials 
   F                                      C 
Of strangers who are closer than your own kin 
        Am                           Em 
You can leave your coat on, ?cause I know it won't be long 
         F            G         C 
Till you slip out the back door again 


Outro 
C F C F C Am Dm C Em Am C F