Preston Miller chords by Tracy Grammer

Tracy Grammer - Preston Miller



INTRO: Am

                                         G             Am
He was born in Miller's mansion when the mistress was asleep
    C                 G               Am
The secret son of the chambermaid and master
                                       G                 Am
And they sent him into hiding, for his schooling and his keep
         C                G           Am
With the Carlyles and the other lucky bastards

Am                                       G               Am
Now his toady tutors fawn and praise the man that he's become
            C            G            Esus   E
Though he's taken to the Laudanum and Faro
       Am                                           G                     Am
And he walks the streets like velvet death with his daddy's money on his breath
      C               G                  Am
And a shame he cannot shake, down in his marrow


CHORUS:
     Am                               Dm
When day fades to black, you must not listen to the killer
       C               G             Esus   E
Pretty voices keep you beautiful and bound
           Am                          Dm
'Cause the simple sorry fact of your existence, Preston Miller
    F                   G             Am
Is enough to bring this house of evil down


Am                                   G                 Am
One night upon some drunken dare, he writes his absent sire
         C               G                 Am
Saying, "Father, I would fain come home to meet thee"
                                                G              Am
And though his worthless friends guffaw at this sudden show of fire
 C               G                Am
Another round of bourbon and it's easy


Am                                      G          Am
And this letter finds his father in his tower far away
        C               G                   Am
And the hoary claw that holds it shakes and trembles
      Am                             G
Is it grief over a life misspent, or love or greed or mere contempt
   C                G               Am
Or something darker stirring in his temples


CHORUS
     Am                               Dm
When day fades to black, you must not listen to the killer
       C               G             Esus   E
Pretty voices keep you beautiful and bound
           Am                          Dm
'Cause the simple sorry fact of your existence, Preston Miller
    F                   G             Am
Is enough to bring this house of evil down


Am                                G               Am
A week gone by, he's wakened by a knocking at his door
       C                  G             Am
And he drags himself half-wasted to the threshold
                                             G                       Am
It's a message in his father's quill saying, "Meet me, scion, if you will
       C              G               Am
At the very stroke of midnight in the meadow"


Am                                       G              Am
Now he has combed his laggard locks, and hired a comely roan
         C               G               Esus       E
And he's met his comrade fops around the fountain
         Am                                    G             Am
And he's bidden each a grand goodbye, and he's cantered off alone
   C             G             Am
To meet his aged father in the mountains


CHORUS
     Am                               Dm
When day fades to black, you must not listen to the killer
       C               G             Esus   E
Pretty voices keep you beautiful and bound
           Am                          Dm
'Cause the simple sorry fact of your existence, Preston Miller
    F                   G             Am
Is enough to bring this house of evil down


 Am                                     G             Am
"Oh, Father dear, come out, come out, I honour thee tonight,"
   C                 G              Am
He shouts as he goes weaving in the saddle
                                           G              Am
He sees the stars go blinking by, like the twinkling in a trollop's eye
        C             G            Am
And six riders riding madly in the shadows


Am                                  G               Am
This morning sailed a ship of fools across a sea of gin
       C                  G             Am
With a blind and grinning Reaper at the tiller
       Am                          G               Am
And it drove an aging Jacob to his lone and bitter end
      C                  G                Am
And a bullet through the brain of Preston Miller