Metaphysical Gingham Gown by Sons Of Bill
Metaphysical Gingham Gown
Sons of Bill
From the album "A Far Cry From Freedom"
Capo 4
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This is sort of difficult to hear sometimes because there are two guitar parts being
at once (it sounds like it at least), and Sam and James play different parts, or whoever
the guitars, but you get the idea.
G Cadd9 G
Some call me a sinner some say I was lost
G D D/F#
Every (dad�s boy?) couldn�t pay the cost
G Cadd9 G
But the good lord he works in mysterious ways
G D G
Burning bushes and little girls who pray
And she was only 19 years old
Too young for barrooms too old to stay home
I�d take her out dancing and spin her around
In that metaphysical gingham gown
C C/B D/F# G
She says boy dump the sunshine just call for some rain
C C/B D
Someday we�ll understand why
G C G
So I don�t need to wonder why she hangs around
G D G
In that metaphysical gingham gown
I ain�t much of a singer and I�m less of a man
Turn tail and run and she wouldn�t understand
She says boy God forgives you for all that you�ve done
But its forgiving yourself that�s the hardest of all
I go looking for answers on a Tuesday night
Too drunk to walk lookin for a fight
She still picks me up lays my (froggy?) head down
On that metaphysical gingham gown
Chorus
In that lonely space between dust and your soul
You cry like a baby while your mind�s growin old
And your heart begs the question but you never ask why
Just love while you can and you learn how to die
But sometimes a girl takes the ache from your bones
Makes you forget that we all die alone
So I hold her hand until Jesus comes round
Trade the dress in for wings but he wears the crown
Chorus
Tabbed by Andrew Fickley
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