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Woman, When Ive Raised Hell Josh T Pearson I haven't seen any tabs for him yet, so here's mine. I didn't tab out any picking patterns, cuz I have no idea what he's doing there. But the chords are here, and it's easy to enough to strum along and sing. Em11 chord is just a quick open strum of all the strings before getting into the following C chord. (Em11: 0-0-0-0-0-x) WOMAN, WHEN I'VE RAISED HELL CAPO III
CWoman when I’ve raised hell, youâ€?G?re gonna know it There wonâ?Em?™t be a shadow oEmadd9f doubt in your brEm11ight lCittle mind No Cpictures left hangin’ only lonely unpaiGnted nails Ah Honey youâ€Em™ll connect thosEmadd9e dots read the writiEm11n†C™ on the walls
CWoman when I’ve raised hell, heaven knows youâ€?G?re gonna know it Don’t makEme me rule thisEmadd9 home with the baEm11ck of Cmy hand Just let me Csit alone in this chair, my own make believe little Gthrone Ah Honey and Emcollect the thoughtsEmadd9 that’ll heEm11lp me C to stand
GHonestly, why can’t you Cjust let it be And let me EmquietlyEmadd9 drink myselfEm11 to Csleep I said Ghonestly, it’s not whaCt it appears to be But only Emmemories tEmadd9hat ain’t got shEM11it to do C with you
Woman when I’ve raised hell, you’re gonna know it There won’t be a shadow of doubt in your bright little mind No pictures left hangin’ only lonely unpainted nails Ah Honey you’ll connect those dots read the writtin’ on the wall Woman when I’ve raised hell, there won’t be a star left untouched in your sky When my lightening crashes across that night No shadows of doubt or of turnin’ in that questioning’ little mind Just a burnin’ rekindled truth and one single agonizin’ blinding white light Cuz honestly, Honey you are the Queen But you had better leave or I will be forced to be King So now quietly, without questions or screams Just gently leave it well enough alone Woman when I’ve raised hell, you of all people are gonna know it There’ll be nothin’ not nailed down left unturned in this home Then your old friend silence will creep back into this pettiest of all places He’ll ask you again, “Which is better or for worse, livin’ with me or livin’ with all my ghosts?” Honestly, why can’t you just let it be And let me quietly drink myself to sleep Honestly, it’s not what it appears to be But only memories that ain’t got shit to do with you Woman when I’ve raised hell, heaven knows you’re gonna know it There won’t be a shadow of doubt in your bright little mind No pictures left hangin’ only lonely unpainted nails Ah Honey you’ll connect those dots read the writin’ on the walls