The Balladeer

Lori Mckenna

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Tom:
G The balladeer waits in the wings,
Em Tugging on her dress, tuning her strings.
Am All her whiskey faded cigarette blown dreams,
G She brings herself to her own knees,
D with every line so delicate. [Verse 2]
G She sings every song that she knows.
Em The way that she hears 'em, sad and slow.
Am They're never gonna play her on the radio.
G So she hangs in the darkest bars
D with downtrodden bleeding hearts. [Verse 3]
G A guitar man there who knew all the chords.
Bm Said he needed her to help him find the words.
Am The balladeer never loved anybody more.
G It was magic but she worried,
D what if she ran out of the pain...
[Verse 4]
G She carried round with her, so proud.
Bm She wore it like a queen wears a crown.
Am She didn't know who she'd be if she put it down.
G So he brought her to the river
D where she could wash the trouble... [Verse 5]
Dm From her heart and let it shine like gold.
Bb Felt like angels pouring mercy on her soul.
Am And the weight of the world, she let it go.
G And she sang for the first time
D with her head held high and so much pride. [Verse 6]
G It opened up new notes in her throat.
Em There was joy in every new song she wrote.
Am They got a bus and traveled coast to coast.
G Drinking with their friends and strangers
D and business people called to say. [Verse 7]
G That she was finally headed for the stars,
Em Or at least the top of the charts.
Am They changed her clothes and bought fancy cars.
G Till the guitar man caught the eye
D G of a pretty background singer with the bluuuuuuessss...
Em Am G D G Em Am G D Oh, oh, oh... [Verse 8]
G The guitar man cried 'cause he done her wrong.
Em The background singer took the next flight home.
Am And the balladeer wrote herself a song,
G D About brokenhearted dreamers who are searching
G for something they'll never fiiiiiiinnnnd........
Am G D G Em Am G D G mmm, mmm...
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