Dave Carter & Tracy Grammer - Red elegy

^AmMy love is like a ^Emred, red rose ^Fmaj7Snake on her shoulder and a ^Gring in her nose ^AmSleeping it off in her ^Emswaddling clothes ^Fmaj7Innocent as she ^E7suslies ^{E7 Am}I don't know where ^Gshe come from ^DmHanging with dealers and ^Amslicked-back scum ^DmDreaming of a summer that ^Amnever comes And ^Gwaiting for me to ^Fmaj7die ^G

'Cause ^Amshe is the daughter of the ^Fmaj7Joshua Tree ^GLong-time losers and ^Fmaj7o.g. ^Gwannabes ^AmMama's in the corn and the ^Fmaj7fields are fallow ^GSoul needs saving, but I'm ^D/F#too damned shallow

^AmSweet Maria, she's a ^Empretty little nine ^Fmaj7Kicks like a mule but she ^Gbarks just fine ^AmI ain't cleaned her in a ^Emmighty long time ^Fmaj7Taking her out to^E7susnight ^{E7 Am}Dip her in a bucket of ^Gkerosene ^DmMister Rogers on my ^AmTV screen ^DmFriendliest fucker I ^Amever seen We are ^Gprecious in his ^Fmaj7sight ^G

'Cause ^Amwe are the children of the ^Fmaj7Joshua Tree ^GLong-time losers and ^Fmaj7o.g. ^Gwannabes ^AmMama's in the corn and the ^Fmaj7fields are barren ^GRoof needs fixing, but I'm ^D/F#way past caring

^AmOphelia is drownded in the ^Emcold, cold flood A ^Fmaj7thorn by any other ^Gname draws blood ^AmDeep red drops on a ^Emscarlet bud ^Fmaj7Daddy, we coming ^E7sushome ^{E7 Am}We don't know where ^Ghome lies now But ^Dmwe'll turn up there ^Amsome damned how ^DmDrawn to the barn and the ^Ambusted plough And the ^Ggraves all over^Fmaj7grown ^G

'Cause ^Amwe are the children of the ^Fmaj7Joshua Tree ^GLong-time losers and ^Fmaj7o.g. ^Gwannabes ^AmMama's in the corn and the ^Fmaj7field's been trampled ^GYou can't reason with a ^D/F#soul in shambles