one of my favorite songs to play by... 

            the Builders and the Butchers

                   "BLACK DRESSES"


A
Little sister, there's blood on the tracks,
D
And a lit cigarette but you're not comin' back,
C                           E                      A
To a town that was built on black gold and iron ore.

A
And the kettle got hot, and it boiled and it steamed,
D
And you can't run away from the worst of your dreams,
C                                 E                        A 
They'll string you up when you're tryin' to fall fast asleep.


A
She wore black dresses [black dresses]
D
And she never cried in the morning.
C
She's got a bottle in paper
E                     A
So she can forget her name.
A
She wore black dresses [black dresses]
D
And she never smiled in the morning.
C
She's got a bottle in paper
E                     A
So she can forget her name.


A
Well her home town was built by a few greedy men,
D
And people tell me she was descended from them.
C                                  E                    A
She's been playin' in the darkness ever since she was a kid.


A
And she doesn't mourn for her man's come and gone,
D
She's worn the color of black all along,
C                       E                                A
And she was born with a stone where there shoulda been a heart.


A
She wore black dresses [black dresses]
D
And she never cried in the morning.
C
She's got a bottle in paper
E                     A
So she can forget her name.
A
She wore black dresses [black dresses]
D
And she never smiled in the morning.
C
She's got a bottle in paper
E                     A 
So she can forget her name.


D                   A                     E           A
Did you ever meet a girl who was born the victim of a name?
D                  A                    E           A
I know, 'cuz I'm a boy who was born the victim of a name.
D                   A                     E           A 
Did you ever meet a girl who was born the victim of a name?
D                  A                    E           D
I know, 'cuz I'm a boy who was born the victim of a name.


A
Little sister, there's blood on the tracks,
D
And a lit cigarette but you're not comin' back,
C                           E                     A
To a town that was built on black gold and iron ore.


A
She wore black dresses
D
And she never cried in the morning.
C
She's got a bottle in paper
E                     A
So she can forget her name.
A
She wore black dresses
D
And she never smiled in the morning.
C
She's got a bottle in paper
E                     A 
So she can forget her name.


C
She's got a bottle in paper
E                     A
So she can forget her name.
C 
She's got a bottle in paper
E                     A
So she can forget her name...







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