Chords
Savage Daughter

Key: A

Introduction:

difficulty
very easy |||||
Am                 C                      G              Am  
I am my mother’s savage daughter
Am                                                 C                      G                              Am  
The one who runs barefoot, cursing sharp stones
Am                      C                      G              Am  
I am my mother’s savage daughter
Am                                                 E                              G                         Am  
I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice
Am                            C                    G                 Am  
My mother’s child is a savage
Am                              C                                      G                              Am  
She looks for her omens in the colors of stones
Am                                      C                              G                      Am  
In the faces of cats, In the fall of feathers
Am                                              E                              G                         Am  
In the dancing of fire and the curve of old bones
Am                              C              G                      Am  
My mother’s child dances in darkness
Am                                              C                              G                            Am  
She sings heathen songs by the light of the moon
Am                                              C                      G                              Am  
And watches the stars, and renames the planets
Am                                                 E                                      G                              Am  
And dreams she can reach them with a song and a broom
Am                 C                      G              Am  
I am my mother’s savage daughter
Am                                                 C                      G                              Am  
The one who runs barefoot, cursing sharp stones
Am                      C                      G              Am  
I am my mother’s savage daughter
Am                                                 E                              G                         Am  
I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice
Am                            C                    G                 Am  
My mother’s child is a savage
Am                              C                                      G                              Am  
She looks for her omens in the colors of stones
Am                                      C                              G                      Am  
In the faces of cats, In the fall of feathers
Am                                              E                              G                         Am  
In the dancing of fire and the curve of old bones
Am                                              C                      G                                 Am  
My mother’s child curses too loud and too often
Am                                              C                      G                                 Am  
My mother’s child laughs too hard and too long
Am                                      C                            G                              Am  
And howls at the moon and sleeps in ditches
Am                                      E                         G                              Am  
And clumsily raises her voice in this song
Am                 C                      G              Am  
I am my mother’s savage daughter
Am                                                 C                      G                              Am  
The one who runs barefoot, cursing sharp stones
Am                      C                      G              Am  
I am my mother’s savage daughter
Am                                                 E                              G                         Am  
I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice
Am                            C                    G                 Am  
My mother’s child is a savage
Am                              C                                      G                              Am  
She looks for her omens in the colors of stones
Am                                      C                              G                      Am  
In the faces of cats, In the fall of feathers
Am                                              E                              G                         Am  
In the dancing of fire and the curve of old bones