Intro (starting at :31 with the piano): D A (x2) D A So we start with my father as a boy barely spoke a word of english fell in D love from a distance he watched her working from the back fence He learned some words and some clever turns of phrase from his father's A E book of poets, she wasn't taken in that instant, but grew impressed with his persistence. D E A They met each other out by moonlight, made love in the nearby woods, then C#m D her folks became suspicious when her cycle broke and (?). They stole E A away without their goodbyes, got married in a foreign town, made their way C#m D E as best as they could. Found jobs and settled down. And then time moved on. Interlude: D A (x2) D A I was born in a river of blood on sheets from the wedding day. The room was dark and the stench was thick my father couldn't stand the smell of it. D Mama died in the night cause the nearest doctor couldn't stem the blood A E loss. Father cried out on the back porch. My sister held me at the D E neighbor's house. Oh my there was a storm then, there was a flood of a A C#m different kind. Father's eyes were often vacant, but his hands were rarely D E quiet. Sister learned to take her hits well, both from life and the A C#m physical kind, but I was never one to lie down, despite who picked the D E fight. So we designed our hells. Interlude: A D E (x2) D E A Father turned into a drinker, a dark bastard with a wooden heart. Sister C#m D learned to be a mother, before she ever played another part. And I became a E A little terror, I lashed out at whatever's around. Took some time before I C#m D E settled, to find a mind that was somewhat sound. And like it always does, A D E time rushed on. A D Six years later father died in the very same bedroom. Many said it was the E A grief that did it, I have to say it's cause he hung himself. To be honest D neither sister nor myself ever much regret his passing. But I admit it was E A a nice thing, to always know that we could feed ourselves. -Ben Malley