Tom: D
D
A
G
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A7
With your mercury mouth in the missionary times
D
A
G
Em
A7
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes
G
F#m
Em7
A7
D
And your silver cross and your voice like chimes
Em7
A
Em
A7
Oh who among them do they think could bury you?
D
A
G
Em7
A7
With your pockets well protected at last
D
A
G
Em
A7
And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass
G
F#m
Em7
A7
D
And your flesh like silk and your face like glass
Em7
A
Em
A7
Who among them do they think could carry you?
Em
D
A7
Sad eyed lady of the lowlands
Em
D
A7
Where the sad eyed prophet says that no man comes
F#m
G
D
G
D
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A7
My warehouse eyes my Arabian drums
Em
Em7
A
Em
A
Should I leave them by your gate
Em
D
A7
D
Or sad eyed lady should I wait?
With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace