G                          Am             C          G Am C
he kissed her once as she leaned on the windowsill
G                         Am              C      G     Am C
she'll never love him but knows that her father will
G                        Am            C             
her fallen fruit is all rotten in the middle but her
G             Am              C      
breast never dries when he's hungry

G Am C x2


the money came and she died in her rocking chair
the window wide and the rain in her braided hair
a letter locked in the pattern of her knuckle
like a hymn to the house she was making

G Am C x2

G                     Am             C
blind and whistling just around the corner and there's a 
G             Am        C
wind that is whispering something
G                       Am      C
strong as hell but not hickory rooted

G Am C x2

she kissed him once cause he gave her a cigarette
and turned around but he waits like a turned down bed
and summer left like her walking with another and a
sound of a church bell ringing

G Am C x2

the money came and he died like a butterfly
a buried star and the haze of the city lights
a gun went off and her mother dropped her baby on the
blue feathered wing - we were lucky

G Am C x2

G                     Am             C
blind and whistling just around the corner and there's a 
G             Am        C
wind that is whispering something
G                       Am      C
strong as hell but not hickory rooted