• Song:


  • Artist:

    Jared Mees And The Grown Children

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                            Loboito - Jared Mees
The lyrics to this song aren't posted online that I know of. I've omitted
the phrases I absolutely don't know, but most of them are present and
accurate to the best of my knowledge.

Tuning: Standard

C                          Em
One time in ten things will perfectly mend

        F                                  Am           G
And the moonlight on the porch screen will so perfectly bend

           F          G             C      Am
And you'll bow like a flower and be OK without her

        F          G        C
As your holiday crescendo begins

C                           Am
Christmas came one thousand times each year

            F                           G
Once on the twenty-fifth, the rest when she was near

              C                        Am
And you could lose yourself in all that coke and beer

        F                               G                 C      Am F G
But you always came out smelling like a rose when she was close

C                        Em
"Hold me," she says, her hair is a mess

        F                            Am             G
But her eyes glow like embers so you draw close and press

    F             G             C         Am
Her photo to your face, feel its glossy embrace

      F                G          C
After that you sort of forget the rest

            C            Am
But it's so windy in the aspen groves

            F                   G
Driving the wildfire west, (????????)

            C              Am
Making your heaving chest open and close

    F                G                            C       Am F G
You know things only glow when they're broken and lonely

               C                        Em
So then you're there on the beach while she was still in reach

    F                                 Am             G
She was the type of girl who'd make a pastor want to preach

   F             G              C            Am
Of brimstone and grails, of the blood on the nails

    F               G                C
Of stained hair and bathtubs full of bleach

              C                          Am
You're on the Greyhound bus watching the South get small

            F                     G
Beeline for Canada, escape the (???????)

                C                              Am
'Cause when the leaves catch fire you wait for ghosts to call

F              G
Disconnect the phone

Get the hell out of this hell you once called home

(repeat C-Am-F-G a few times, end on C.)
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