Ezra Furman – Poor Girl A Long Way From Heaven (Guitar)

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Chords

[Intro] G | G | F | C | G | G | F | C | [Verse 1]
G              F       C
The human mind   is a pile of shit

G        F        C
New life   takes root in it

G               F          C        G      F  C
Grows into the most complicated formations

G                    F                C
With stunning colors   and branches reaching up

G                 F            C
Toward the heaven   that they long to touch

G                      F       C              G  F  C
Trying to get just a brief audience with the sun
[Pre-Chorus]
Em                  B7
They wanna ask the sun to shine down

Em                    B7
And warm the pile of shit they come from

Em                           B7
These desperate sprouts all clustered around

       Am                      D      G
Like a gospel choir with their arms raised up
[Chorus]
G     F      C              G    F  C
Poor girl a long way from Heaven

G     F      C              G    F  C
Poor girl a long way from Heaven
[Instrumental] G | G | F | C | [Verse 2]
G          F   C
April 4th,   1993

G          F      C
God came down to talk with me

G                    F         C        G      F  C
Threw a stone at my window to get my attention

G                  F           C
She motioned to me   to climb down my wall

G                F           C
I shook my head,   I was afraid to fall

G                  F              C        G     F  C
I was young and I didn’t wanna trouble my mother
[Pre-Chorus]
Em              B7
And now I am a wretched old crone

Em                       B7
Who swears that God once came to her home

Em                    B7                      Am
I  keep a lone candle burning upon my little windowsill

         D     G      F  C
So She knows I’m home
[Chorus]
G     F      C              G    F  C
Poor girl a long way from Heaven

G     F      C              G    F  C
Poor girl a long way from Heaven
[Bridge]
G            F      C
How they’ll talk about you

G             F          C
How they’ll spill your blood

G            F         C          G           F  C
How they’ll love you when you’re gone for goo-o--od
[Outro] G | G | F | C | G | G | F | C | G | G | F | C | G | G | F | C | G | G | F | C | G | G | F | C | G | G | F | C | G | G | F | C | G | G | F | C | G |