Jackie And Wilson chords by Hozier

Capo 1


Intro:  C Dm F (C/E)
     C Dm Em F (C/E)


C      Dm             F      (C/E)
So tired trying to see from behind the red in my eyes
C          Dm     Em     F     (C/E)
No better version of me I could pretend to be tonight
C        Dm Em       F        (C/E)
So deep in the swill with the most familiar of swine
   Dm     F   C
For reasons wretched and divine

C     Dm          F        (C/E)
She blows out of nowhere roman candle of the wild
C      Dm   Em     F      (C/E)
Laughing her way through my feeble disguise
C      Dm    Em       F     (C/E)
No other version of me I would rather be tonight
   Dm       F  C
And lord she found me just in time


        Am   Em      F
Cause with my mid-youth crisis all said and done
        Dm             Bb  Bm  C
I need to be youthfully felt 'cause god I never felt young


C     Dm         F                (C/E)
She's gonna save me call me 'baby' run her hands through my hair
C     Dm          F                (C/E)
She'll know me crazy soothe me daily better yet she wouldn't care
Am     Em       F                 (C/E)
We'll steal a Lexus be detectives ride 'round picking up clues
C     Dm            F
We'll name our children Jackie and Wilson raise 'em on rhythm and blues


C       Dm             F        (C/E)
Lord it'd be great to find a place we could escape sometime
C      Dm Em   F              (C/E)
Me and my Isis growing black irises in the sunshine
C        Dm Em       F         (C/E)
Every version of me dead and buried in the yard outside
Dm         F    C
Sit back and watch the world go by

   Am  Em       F
Happy to lie back watch it burn and rust
Dm                Bb  Bm C
We tried the world good god it wasn't for us


[chorus]


Instrumental:
Am  Em-F  Em-F  Em C
Am  Em-F  Em-F  Em C
Am  Em-F  Em-F  Em C
Dm  Bb Bm C


C      Dm           F        (C/E)
Cut clean from the dream that night let my mind reset
C        Dm          F      (C/E)
Lookin' up from a cigarette and she's already left
C           Dm  Em         F             (C/E)
I start diggin' up the yard for what's left of me and our little vignette
Dm           F C
For whatever poor soul is coming next

[chorus]