Mark Lanegan – Cripple Creek (Guitar)

Gm
A cripple on his deathbed

                   F
In a daydream did ride

     D
All past the streams of fire

                     Gm
On a petal path did glide

Gm
He left his wheelchair spinning

               F
Deeper in the mud

       D
In it set his memories

                     Gm
In its body and its blood

Gm
An angel came to greet him

                 F
By his side she flew

   D
Whispered, as a part of him

                 Gm
What he already knew

Gm
His head was spinning freely

                     F
And it was plain to see

      D
His burden was himself, he bore

                         Gm
The sight his eyes could be

Gm
His death, it died quite easily

                           F
Right there, was gone for good

       D
But couldn't see his loved one

                     Gm
Like he thought he should

Gm
He thought if they were gone, said he

                    F
And this cannot be true

      D
The search to find what wasn't there

                        Gm
Has brought him back to you