Seven Mary Three – Joliet (Ukulele)

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A             D                               C
"Joliet," she says, "is the darkest part of a man..."

     G
It's angry and slick

A                  D                           C
into those letters writes through herself each time

         G
that she thinks of him

A                  D                     C
Trips her way down south, into mystery's mouth

       G
and he follows her there

A                     D                          C
It's what she doesn't say that makes you want to stay

           G
and try to comfort her

  D*             C*        B*
I talked to the cousins of people who knew you

  D*             C*               B*
I asked them the questions they expected to hear, like

D*      C*           B*
maybe a killing went down in your town

A
maybe it's the prison or the birth of barbed wire

A             D                               C
"Joliet," she says, "is the darkest part of a man..."

                 G
It's shaped like liberty's bell

A                       D                             C
it's cracked and common law, stretched out over it's flaws

             G
just like an ink-less well

A                    D                         C
The hanging judge in town records her comments down

              G
she saves the crowd the truth

    A                D                       C
and deals with it herself, fills that hollow well,

             G
with nothing left to prove

  D*            C*            B*
I talked to the mountains and streams that pushed through there

  D*            C*             B*
I talked to the trees that had no fruit to bear

D*                 C*        B*
to the colorless people that sat there beneath her

A
curled up and stared

  D*            C*         B*
I talked to the cousins of people who knew you

  D*             C*               B*
I asked them the questions they expected to hear, like

D*      C*            B*
maybe a killing went down in your town

A
maybe it's the prison or the birth of barbed wire... Joliet