Capo 4 - It sounds better if picked. 

Am
I held the nail in place, she hammered it down
Into the golden pine whose roots grew from this ground
These windows I'd look no more upon this little town
We took away those eyes that day
Covered them in golden brown
Board out the light, she said, no ray of it I'll see
I won't let the sun rise again now my man has left me
Board out that mocking grin that grows the trees so green 
While my lover lies six feet below, worms picking his bones clean 

D     Am
Oh devil lock the doors
D     Am
I won't be needing them no more
D     Am
Throw away the key
C     Am
My own true love has left me

She said, this cottage'll be my grave my casket and my room 
Hoist a cross aloft the rooftop let the world know I am doomed
I'll share my lover's fate if I can't share his tomb
My god won't abide no suicide so I'll wait here in this gloom

D     Am
Oh devil lock the doors
D     Am
I won't be needing them no more
D     Am
Throw away the key
C     Am
My own true love has left me


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