Henrietta Alabama chords by Josh Ritter

Artist: Josh Ritter
Song: Henrietta, Indiana (Live)
Album: Sermon on the Rocks
Standard tuning; Capo 3rd

From live acoustic recording: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2pQZRXm9gN8

Am/G: 302210
Am/F: 102200

Am
Henrietta, Indiana mill town
         C/G
Locked the factory down and shut it up tight
     G
My daddy and my brother and sixteen-hundred others
      F
Lost everything they had in the night
Am
Daddy got a taste for the hard stuff
  C/G
Henrietta, Indiana was dry
    G
We'd ride out to Putney, he'd tell me that he loved me
    F
The drive home was always so quiet

                      Dm   G
He had a devil in his eye, eye
      Am
Like a thorn in the paw
Am/G
Disregard for the law
F
Disappointment to the Lord on high

   Am
My brother practiced preaching in the basement
           C/G
Perspiration on his face 'til I knew
      G
That something was missing

His spirit was willing
   F
He could not believe it was true
Am
"Blessed be the poor," he said
  C/G
"Your treasure is on high."
    G
All of Henrietta, Indiana heard me hallelujah
     F
When I finally saw the devil in his eye
                     Dm   G
I saw a devil in his eye, eye
      Am
Like a thorn in the paw
Am/G
Disregard for the law
F
Disappointment to the lord on high

    C/G
I was coming home late from midnight to eight
     G
The radio said they'd ID'd the plates
     Am
Left three men dead, made their escape
    F
By now said the sheriff, they'll be in the next state
       C/G
Will we be able to catch them? Can they bring the dogs in?
      G
Can they call up the Bureau? Do they have next-of-kin?
       Am
Cameras came to my door and I opened it wide
      F                                            Am   C/G   G    F
They thought I was crying, it was something in my eye, eye, eye,
Am   C/G    G    F
eye, eye, eye, oh
Am   C/G    G    F    Am   C/G    G    F

    Am
At night I leave a bottle on the table
          C/G
The Bible open to the Sermon on the Mount
     G
Blessed be the poor of Henrietta, Indiana
    F
But happy are the ones that get out
    Am
I think I'll drive over to Putney
  C/G
The store'll be open to twelve
    G
The empty parking lot, the lights, the lonely kid, the register
   F
I see it all clear as a bell
                    Dm   G
I got a devil in my eye, eye
  Am
Like a thorn in the paw
Am/G
Disregard for the law
F
Disappointment to the Lord on high
Am   G
Eye, eye
F
Like a thorn in the paw
F
Disregard for the law
F                              Am  Am/G  Am/F  Am
Disappointment to the Lord on high