• Song:

    She Came And She Touched Me

  • Artist:

    Townes Van Zandt

  • Album:

    Texas Troubadour (disc ...

capo at 4th. fret

     C (x32010@1)         F (133211@1)     C (x32010@1) G (320003@1) C (x32010@1)           F (133211@1)C (x32010@1)G (320003@1)
She came and she touched me with hands made of heaven   

    Em (022000@1)           F (133211@1)                             C (x32010@1)   
Reflections sent spinnin' through a face laced in mist.

                      F (133211@1)  C (x32010@1)  G (320003@1)  C (x32010@1)             F (133211@1)name="chord_x32010@1">C G (320003@1)  
Now I stand where she left me buried deep 'neath her shadow  

     Em (022000@1)          F (133211@1)                      C (x32010@1)
And mirror pleads sadly has it all come to this?

      G (320003@1)              F (133211@1)      G (320003@1)   G7And (320001@1)I wonder, will she call my name?

           C (x32010@1)         F (133211@1)C (x32010@1) G (320003@1)    C (x32010@1)          F (133211@1)  C (x32010@1)G (320003@1) 
Where the wind careens madly through wide windows paneless  

Em (022000@1)        F (133211@1)                     C (x32010@1)Fragrances mingle in a room full of shade

               F (133211@1)  C (x32010@1) G (320003@1)  C (x32010@1)             F (133211@1)C (x32010@1) G (320003@1)       
The peons pick partners and waltz 'cross the ceiling  

         Em (022000@1)    F (133211@1)                      C (x32010@1) 
But the violins whisper, "have I been betrayed?"

G (320003@1)            F (133211@1)   G (320003@1)        G7 (320001@1) 
Tryin' not to look ashamed.

           C (x32010@1)            F (133211@1)C (x32010@1) G (320003@1)  C (x32010@1)            F (133211@1)name="chord_x32010@1">C  GWhere (320003@1)the drunkards drink deeply from cups full of nothin'  

     Em (022000@1)           F (133211@1)                         C (x32010@1)It's ghost-lover's laugh at the games that they play

                     F (133211@1) C (x32010@1)G (320003@1)   C (x32010@1)    F (133211@1)name="chord_x32010@1">C G (320003@1)   
While the moments do summersaults into eternity    

Em (022000@1)            F (133211@1)                        C (x32010@1)
Cling to their coat-tails and beg them to stay

G (320003@1)              F (133211@1)        G (320003@1)       G7 (320001@1)Sayin', " I got nothin' to hide".

       C (x32010@1)          F (133211@1)C (x32010@1)G (320003@1) C (x32010@1)           F (133211@1)name="chord_x32010@1">C G (320003@1)
Where illusions projected on walls made of tiffany   

Em (022000@1)    F (133211@1)                 C (x32010@1) 
Mad minuets to a sad satin song

               F (133211@1)C (x32010@1)name="chord_320003@1">G     C (x32010@1)        F (133211@1)  C (x32010@1) G (320003@1)  
The harlequin mandolins   harmonize helplessly    

Em (022000@1)         F (133211@1)                     C (x32010@1)
Hoping that endlessly won't last for long

G (320003@1)                 F (133211@1)       G (320003@1)           G7 (320001@1) 
Prayin' that their god ain't died.

        C (x32010@1)        F (133211@1)C (x32010@1) G (320003@1)    C (x32010@1)         F (133211@1)  C (x32010@1) G (320003@1)   
Then I turn and I see her in a dress made of moonlight   

Em (022000@1)            F (133211@1)                          C (x32010@1)Teardrops like diamonds slide slow down her face

                      F (133211@1)  C (x32010@1) G (320003@1)  C (x32010@1)           F (133211@1)C (x32010@1)G (320003@1) 
And her arms they surround me like chains made of velvet  

        Em (022000@1)         F (133211@1)                   C (x32010@1)
And the demons fall faithfully into their place

         G (320003@1)   F (133211@1)       G (320003@1)       G7 (320001@1)And the rivers run with jewels.

         C (x32010@1)         F (133211@1)C (x32010@1) G (320003@1) C (x32010@1)             F (133211@1)  C (x32010@1) GNow (320003@1)the morning lies open, the night went quite quickly     

Em (022000@1)     F (133211@1)                     C (x32010@1)
Memory harmlessly fractures and fades

                  F (133211@1) C (x32010@1) G (320003@1) C (x32010@1)       F (133211@1) C (x32010@1) G (320003@1)      
All the poets do push-ups on carpets of rubber foam  

Em (022000@1)         F (133211@1)                            C (x32010@1)  
Loudly they laugh at some joke that's been made

         G (320003@1)      F (133211@1)       G (320003@1)      G7 (320001@1)And the wise men speak like fools.

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