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My Love She's In America Chords by The Stillwater Hobos

My Love She's In America chords by The Stillwater Hobos

Guitar chords with lyrics

G   D             A  Bm A G
 Cigarettes in the morning
         D                Bm            A    G
 Walking hallways of this strange empty home
      D              Bm      A  G
 Cold whiskey in the evening
       D           A
 Every day now she?s gone.


 D                  Bm           A     D
 Connemara?s on the bus route to Behan
                           Bm       A    Bm
 It?s seven days since the last cow died
                                D          A     D
 And when the barley?s gone and three lost women
                            A            D
 Like the girls and boys in Rome used to cry.

Bm                             D          A     Bm
 Just give me cornbread in the morning so early
                             D            A     Bm
 For you took my rags in the fold of your hand
                                 D           A     D
 And before you fall just like a feather and linen
                                 A            D
 Make sure you?ve taken off that black velvet band.


 D                             Bm        A        Bm
 They say that roving?s like a candle at midnight
                           D         A    Bm
 And some take it like the trot of a mule
                                     D          A    D
 But when the road is blind and your own tender lady
                              A       D
 You?d take a match to find a firelit fool.



Bm                             D          A     Bm
 How come the way?s not like stairs in a castle
                             D            A     Bm
 With crimson pictures there to guide you along
                            D           A     D
 A gilded bottle with a few draughts inside it
                                 A            D
 Makes the lights in the rafters look so strong.


D                              Bm          A      D
 When your true love?s gone to run like an engine
                                Bm          A    Bm
 After nine young women with no faces their own
                    D            A     D
 And in America she spins like a dancer
                             A             D
 With barrel straps and some shoes made of stone.


Bm                               D           A     Bm
 I?d guess the porches there are all clouded over
                                   D           A     Bm
 And pipes and fiddles might could use some repair
                              D         A       D
 And all the horses have been broken in stables
                             A             D
 And golden fleeces could be worse for the wear.


D                        Bm         A      D
 But if you ever come to Clifden by sunset
                        Bm              A     Bm
 Just before the Autumn rains touch the shore
                           D           A      D
 To stroll along Cleggan?s grey-hooded harbor
                       A           D
 Cutting hard like the blade of an oar.

Bm                      D             A        Bm
 You take yourself to a hill past the pierline
                    D           A     Bm
 To find a cabin of whiskey and milk
                           D          A       D
 Where St. Coleman used to ply to his master
                        A        D
 Like colored linen and mulberry silk.


 G   D             A  Bm A G
 Cigarettes in the morning
         D                Bm            A    G
 Walking hallways of this strange empty home
      D              Bm      A  G
 Cold whiskey in the evening
       D           A
 Every day now she?s gone.
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