Here’s chords and lyrics. Enjoy!
Intro: (use these chords during verses, you can hit the F#m & E an octave
lower for the chorus for a good sound)
e|—-5——-5——-7—-7-9-10s12–|
B|—-7-5h7-5-5-5h7-5-9-10————|
G|—-7——-6——-9—————| x3
D|—-7——-7——-9—————|
A|—-5——-7——-7—————|
E|—-5——-5——-7—————|
e|—-5——-5——-9——7——–|
B|—-7-5h7-5-5-5h7-5-10—–9——–|
G|—-7——-6——-11—–9——–|
D|—-7——-7——-11—–9——–|
A|—-5——-7——-9——7——–|
E|—-5——-5——-9——7——–|
Verse:
I’m coming into you
r tow
n.
Night is falling to the g
round,
but I can still
see where you loved your
self
before he t
ore it all down. April 1
2th,
with n
obody else around; you were
outside the house
(where’s you
r mother?),
when he put you in the c
ar,
when he took you down the r
oad.
And I can still s
ee where it was o
pen,
the do
or he slammed closed. It was o
pen,
the do
or he slammed closed. It was o
pen, long ag
o.
Chorus:
But do
n’t lose me
now, don’t lose
me now.
Though I know t
hat I’m not useful
anyhow,
just let me stick a
round
while I
tell you, like b
efore,
you should s
ay his name the
way that he said y
ours.
But you don’t
want to say his name a
nymore. Oh, Cynda Moore.
Intro
Baby daughter on the r
oad,
you
’re wrapped up warm in daddy
’s coat.
And I can still
see the cigarette'
s heat.
I can’t
believe all that you’re tellin
g me,
what is c
utting like the smoke through your t
eeth
as you’re telling me
’forget it.’
But if I could tear his th
roat,
an
d spill his blood between my
jaws,
an
d erase his name out for g
ood,
don’t you know that I
would?
Don’t you realize that I
wouldn’t pause,
that I w
ould cut him d
own with my claws
if I c
ould have somehow never let that h
appen?
Or I’d
call, some black mi
dnight,
fk up his
new life where they d
on’t know what he
did,
tell his b
rand-new wife and his s
econd kid.
Though I t
ell you, like be
fore,
that you should w
reck his life the w
ay that he wrecked
yours,
you want
no part of his life anym
ore.
Oh Cynda Moore,
Intro
don’t lose me
now, let me help y
ou out.
Though I know t
hat I can’t help
anyhow,
when I watch you I’m
proud.
When I t
ell you twice be
fore
that you should w
reck his life the w
ay that he wrecked y
ours,
you want
no part of his life
anymore.
oh Cynda
Mo
–
ore.
And it’ll
never be the
way it was
before,
but I w
ish that you would l
et me through that d
oor.
D A E (or Intro bit)
end on E
Take Care.