G
On the old forgotten crossways where the fourteen rivers did meet
G
The bones of our elders were lying in the street
G
On the dark and dusty desert like a ghost I’ve flown
G
I barely cried wherever I’d ride I ride I never found a home
C
D
G
Woe on me
Am
D
Somehow I will feel more free
G
C
To wallow in the empty headed peace
Am
D
Where the plain hearted sorrows never cease
G
I am just a ramshackle I go from town to town
G
Where there is no shelter I lay down on the grown
G
I’ve killed for no reason I’ve pissed upon a kind
G
Cost them all and burned the bone when I’ve had the time
C
D
G
Woe on me
Am
D
Somehow I will feel more free
G
C
To wallow in the empty headed peace
Am
D
Where the plain hearted sorrows never cease
G
Well there’s saints and there are animals they’ve taken what they could
G
And it’s written in the pages to do just what they should
G
Well they stood the test and burned the rest and tore them limb from limb
G
Like a fashion with no passion they open up their skin
C
D
G
Woe on me
Am
D
Somehow I will feel more free
G
C
To wallow in the empty headed peace
Am
D
Where the plain hearted sorrows never cease
C
D
Am
G
