Cherry Wine - Hozier

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Capo: Fret 1
Tuning: Standard, E A D G B E

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[Intro]

            


[Verse 1]

             
Her eyes and w

         
ords are so ic

y
            
Oh, but she bu

rns
             
Like rum on a 


fire
             
Hot and fast a

   
nd angry
   
As she can be
           
I walk my days

      
 on a wire


[Pre-Chorus 1]

           
  It looks ugl

           
y, but it's cl

ean,
           
  Oh momma, do

           
n't fuss over 

 
me


[Chorus]

             
The way she te

            
lls me I'm her

             
s and she is m

ine
             
Open hand or c

            
losed fist wou

      
ld be fine
             
The blood is r

           
are and sweet 

               
as cherry wine


[Verse 2]

             
Calls of guilt

  
y thrown at me
             
All while she 


stains
             
The sheets of 

     
some other
             
Thrown at me s

  
o powerfully
             
Just like she 

            
throws with th

            
e arm of her b

rother


[Pre-Chorus 2]

           
  But I want i

         
t, it's a crim

e
            
  That she's n

          
ot around most

        
 of the time


[Chorus]

             
The way she sh

            
ows me I'm her

             
s and she is m

ine
             
Open hand or c

            
losed fist wou

      
ld be fine
             
Blood is rare 

           
and sweet as c

           
herry wine


[Guitar Solo]


[Verse 3]

             
Her fight and 

     
fury is fiery
           
Oh, but she lo

ves
             
Like sleep to 

    
the freezing
             
Sweet and righ

      
t and merciful
           
I'm all but wa

shed
             
In the tide of

     
 her breathing


[Pre-Chorus 3]

           
  And it's wor

             
th it, it's di


vine
           
  And I have t

           
his some of th

  
e time


[Chorus]

             
The way she sh

            
ows me I'm her

             
s and she is m

ine
             
Open hand or c

            
losed fist wou

      
ld be fine
             
The blood is r

           
are and sweet 

                
as cherry wine