Joni Mitchell – The Magdalene Laundries (Guitar)

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Chords

[Intro] C Em C D A7sus2 [Verse 1]
G                        Em
I was an unmarried girl, I'd just turned twenty-seven

G                                        Em
When they sent me to the sisters for the way men looked at me

C                             Em
Branded as a Jezebel I knew I was not bound for Heaven

       C                      D         A7sus2
I'd be cast in shame into the Magdalene laundries
[Verse 2]
G                             Em
Most girls come here pregnant,some by their own fathers

G                             Em
Bridget got that belly by her parish priest,

C                                                   Em
We're trying to get things white as snow, all of us woe-begotten daughters

       C                       D         A7sus2
In the streaming stains of the Magdalene laundries
[Bridge]
C                          Em
Prostitutes and destitutes and temptresses like me

C                           Em
Fallen women sentenced into dreamless drudgery

C                                         Em
Why do they call this heartless place Our Lady of Charity?

    C
Oh, charity
[Verse 3]
G                                                Em
These bloodless brides of Jesus If they had just once glimpsed their groom, then they'd know

G                                                 Em
and they'd drop the stones concealed behind their rosaries

C                                                 Em
They wilt the grass they walk upon they leech the light out of a room

               C                              D         A7sus2
They'd like to drive us down the drain at the Magdalene laundries
[Verse 4]
G                         Em
Peg O'Connell died today, she was a cheeky gir, a flirt, they just stuffed her in a hole!

G                                       Em
Surely to God you'd think at least some bells should ring!

C                                             Em
One day I'm going to die here too and they'll plant me in the dirt

C                                     Em
Like some lame bulb hat never blooms, come any spring

        G       Em  G Em  C Em C
Not any spring