Gregory Alan Isakov – Girl With The Feather chords

       C                        FWell I ain't got a dollar and I ain't got a dime
         C                        GBut this fire in my chest, that's mine, all mine
       Am                 FTry to take it away, in my skin it should stay
        C             G              Am    F   C   G   C           For the girl with the feather in her hair


       C                      FWell I ain't got a poem and I ain't got a prayer
    C                   GGot nothing to say so I just smoke and stare
    Am                   FThe sun it'll boil on my skin as I stand
        C             G           Am   FFor the girl with the poem in her hand
        C             G           CFor the girl with the poem in her hand


G                       F                         CPlay me a tune, let the music just croon from the window
G             AmDon't turn it down
        G                         FLet the fleas and the flies crawl over us now
         C           G        AmAs we watch while it all goes down
          GSee those clouds turning red
           F             G           CThat's the girl with the fire in her hair


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      C                     FNow I never had seen such a beautiful scene
          C                        GShe can't haul the jewels that she found on the beach
     Am                    FSo I watch from afar as my eyes turn to stone
      C                G         Am    FAnd I watched her just lying all alone
    C             G               CThe girl with the diamonds in her bow


      C                       FAnd I long for an end, born a mule and all (?)
        C                      GBut you know what they say, we all die alone
      Am                     F      In my heart she's going everywhere that I go
C          G           Am    FDown in my grave she's there
    C             G              CThe girl with the feather in her hair


G                       F                         CPlay me a tune, let the music just croon from the window
G             AmDon't turn it down
        G                         FLet the fleas and the flies crawl over us now
         C           G        AmAs we watch while it all goes down
          GSee those clouds turning red
           F             G           CThat's the girl with the fire in her hair