Capo on 6 for the original key

Capo on 3 preferred for this version

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[Verse 1]

             
Her eyes and w

              
ords are so ic

          
y, oh,    but 

  
she burns
            
Like rum on a 

 
fire
             
Hot and fast a

            
nd angry as sh


e can be
         
I walk my days

         
 on a wire


           
   It looks  u

          
gly,   but it'

 
s clean
             
   Oh mamma, d

            
on't fuss over

  
 me


[Chorus]

             
 The way she t

             
ells me I'm he

          
rs and she is 

mine
             
 Open hand or 

             
closed fist wo

      
uld be fine
            
But 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 j

/        
ust like she t

hrows
            
With the arm o

       
f her brother


          
   But I want 

       
it, it's a cri


me
             
   That she's 

       
not around mos

          
t of the time


[Chorus]

             
 The way she t

             
ells me I'm he

          
rs and she is 

mine
             
 Open hand or 

             
closed fist wo

      
uld be fine
            
But blood is r

            
are and sweet 

       
as cherry wine


[Guitar Solo]


[Verse 3]

             
Her fight and 

              
fury's fiery, 

      
oh, but she lo

ves
            
Like sleep to 

      
the freezing
             
Sweet and righ

              
t and merciful

        
, I'm all but 


washed
            
In the tide of

       
 her breathing


           
   And it's wo

         
rth it, it's d


ivine
        
   I have this

            
 some of the t

 
ime


[Chorus]

             
 The way she t

             
ells me I'm he

          
rs and she is 

mine
             
 Open hand or 

             
closed fist wo

      
uld be fine
            
But blood is r

            
are and sweet 

       
as cherry wine


[Ending]