Joanna Newsom – Ribbon Bows (Guitar)

  F          C                  F
There is a spring, not far from here

           C                    F
The water runs both sweet and clear

                Dm          Bb
Both sweet and clear, and cold:

                   C
Could crack your bones

       Bb      F
With veins of gold

            C               F
I stood, a-wagging, at the tap;

         C                            F
Just a-waiting on the lagging, rising sap

             Bb                 G
I held the cold tin ladle to my lip

                       C
At the Shrine of the Thousand Arms

             Bb       F
I lowered my eyes to sip

          G       Cm      G       Cm
What a beautiful day to catch my drift

        Bb   Ab Bb Eb
Or be caught up in it

Ab              G   F
You want your love, Love?

 Bb                 G
Come and get your love;

        C
I only took it back

            Bb         F
Because I thought you didn't

                 C
How my ears did ring

                  F
At the municipal pound

                 C
From that old hangdog

                 F
To which I was bound:

                    Dm
Curled 'round the bottom rung

                 Bb
Doesn't anybody want you?

                C
Well, come on, darlin

               Bb              F
I could use someone like you around

              C                      F
I am not like you, I ain't from this place

                       C
And I do reserve the right

                        F
To repeat all my same mistakes

             Dm
And, in the night, like you

                      Bb
I certainly bite and chew

            C
What I can find

           Bb               F
And never seem to lose the taste

 G               Cm     G       Cm
What a horrible face I feel me make

  Bb   Ab Bb Eb
For Pete's sake

 Ab                 G     F
What you have told me, I cannot erase!

                    C
(Though I keep on saying

           Bb                    F
And I do believe, it is not too late)

Am                 Eb            F  Cm
All day, you're hassling me with trifles:

 Am                Eb      F        Cm Bb
Black nose of the dog, as cold as a rifle

 A            G
Indicating, with a nudge

 F      Eb    Bb     G
God, No God. God, No God

  A                G
Sweet, appraising eye of the dog

      F        Eb
Blink once if god

  Bb         G
Twice if no god

    Cm           G        Cm
My mama may be ashamed of me

       Bb   Ab Bb Eb
With all of my finery:

   Ab
Carrying on

    G         F
Whooping it up till the early morn

          C
Lost and lorn

          Bb         F
Among the madding revelry!

             C
Sure, I can pass

              F
Honey, I can pass

        C                             F
Particularly when I start to tip my glass

            Dm
I'll be a sport

                           Bb
And have a go at that old song

            C
'Them city girls

                   Bb
With their ribbon bows

                 F
And their fancy sash...'

                      Dm
But, though I get so sad

          Bb
Makes a motion to claim me

                     C
Around that second verse)

                     Bb
I reckon I've felt worse

               F
And still held fast

                         C
But, later on, when I am alone

           F
Alone at last

                        C
Well I take my god to task

                  F
I take my god to task