Carbon Leaf – Cinnamindy (Guitar)

E
 She longs for Peace

E
 It's her revenge

         A
She's a stark-white Pale Horse Rider

           E
And hell's just around the bend

E
 She's kids to raise

E
 She got bills to feed

        A
And her pride is a higher horse

                   G    E
Than some bum of a man upon a steed

    E
The handle's rough, she works it smooth

E
 Hardened by the pace

    A
The hands get though and it transfers through

           G         E
Before the lines can reach her face

    A                 G           E
She flies like a kite held at the other end

A                                            G         E
 Tugging down on her cinnamon threads, she's shredding in the wind

    D             A     G      E
But she reads the Bible, she believes the light

D                       A                        G       E
 She thumbs through the pages til the good book smolders and ignites

    D     A              G         E
She cries late at night, no one to hold her tight

                D    A        E
Like she should be    Cinnamindy

E
 Horse and sore, her scratchy voice

E
Saws through a song like a rusty cello

A
 Now I lay me down to sleep

       G         E
Lights out, it's time to dream

    E
Her days are fine, she makes everybody smile

E
With her raspy laugh

    A
The days are long but she blows it all off

       G          E
With a wink and a little sass

    A                 G           E
She flies like a kite held at the other end

A                                            G         E
 Tugging down on her cinnamon threads, she's shredding in the wind

    D             A     G      E
But she reads the Bible, she believes the light

D                       A                        G       E
 She thumbs through the pages til the good book smolders and ignites

    D     A              G         E
She cries late at night, no one to hold her tight

                D    A        E
Like she should be    Cinnamindy

    D             A     G      E
But she reads the Bible, she believes the light

D                       A                        G       E
 She thumbs through the pages til the good book smolders and ignites

    D     A              G         E
She cries late at night, Mama just down the hall

    D     A                   G         E
She cries late at night, Mama curled up like a wrecking ball

    D     A                      G         E
She cries late at night, there's no one to hold her tight

                D    A
Like she should be,   but by morning light, the cinnamon's on her cheeks

                                                  E
But by morning light, she's back to being Cinnamindy