Tom: A
Introdução:
Am D
There's a cold black sun
Am
Burnin' way down low
D Dm
Where the bird don't sing
Am
And the wind don't blow
D Dm
You can shut your eyes
Am
You can curse and spit
D Dm Am
But you're gonna fall down now, baby, into that pit
Am D
There's a cold black storm
Am
And it's comin' your way
D Dm
Better get on your knees
Am
Girl you'd better pray
D Dm
It'll break your stones
Am
It'll shake your trees
D Dm Am
Then we'll all be twistin', baby, in the summer breeze
Am D
There's a cold black dog
Am
Outside your door
D Dm
Gonna lead you down
Am
By the river shore
D Dm
When you hear him howl
Am
Better talk real sweet
D Dm
'Cause there ain't no world left, baby, under your feet