• Song:

    Margaret Downe

  • Artist:

    Aidan Knight

  • Album:

    Small Reveal

Margaret Downe - Aidan Knight
 - same chord progression all the way through, so I won't belabour it. 
He plays it a half-step down on the record, and in G in some videos, 
so you'll find something that suits yer voice. 


G                        C/G
margaret in the morning sleeping on her side
D/F#                         C/G              G
tossing men like nickels into an ever-rising tide
G                          C/G
I guess she was a dentist before she fell in love
D/F#                    C/G             G
freezing leaden smiles just to give 'em up

Em C/G G
oh oh oh
D/F#     G
margaret downe

G                        C/G
margaret at the office margaret at eighteen
D/F#                                        C/G              G
she said sit right down a minute she said let me clean your teeth
         G                            C/G
so we settled down in Boiseman in the corner of the world
        D/F#                         C/G              G
and we raised a couple children but we lost a little girl

Em C/G G
oh oh oh
D/F#     G
margaret downe

heartsick in montana we slowly grew apart
the grocery clerk in Moncton as you were dancing in the bar
you rushed him to the courtroom before the bed was cold
and defrosted out my windshield when you smile then let me know

oh oh oh
oh oh oh
margaret downe

many cavities pulling at our marriage's tender mouth
and at the root of all the problems was a man across the canal
margaret left the practice laid in '86
and I left behind the mid-west and forgot we ever kissed

oh oh oh
oh oh oh
oh oh oh
margaret downe
I knew she changed her number but couldn't shake the cough
the doctor gave her 6 weeks which only made her shrug it off
resting in her 5th week I brought her buttercups
there was too much to say between us and I'd only fuck it up
so I stared up at the ceiling and I held her little hands 
and you knew that I forgave you for making other plans
oh oh oh
oh oh oh
oh oh oh
margaret downe
margaret in the morning sleeping on her side
tossing men like nickels to an ever-rising tide
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