Dave Carter & Tracy Grammer - Red elegy

^DmMy love is like a r^Ced, red rose, ^BbSnake on her shoulder and a r^Cing in her nose ^DmSleeping it off in her ^Csqualid clothes, ^Gminnocent as she ^Alies. ^DmI don't know where ^Cshe come from, ^GmHangin' with dealers and ^Dmsleepbag scum. ^GmDreamin' of a summer that n^Dmever comes, ^Cand waitin' for me to ^Bbdie.

^Dm'Cause she is a daughter of the ^BbJoshua tree, ^Clong-time losers and o^Ah gee wannabes. ^DmMamma's in the corn and the ^Gmfields are fallow, ^CSoul needs savin' but I'm too damn shallow.

^DmSweet Maria she's a ^Cpretty little nine, ^Bbkicks like a mule but she b^Carks just fine. ^DmI ain't cleaned her in a ^Cmighty long time, ^Gmtakin' her out t^Aonight. ^DmDip her in a bucket of ^Ckerosene, ^GmMr. Rogers on my T^DmV screen. ^BbFriendlist sucker I ^Dmever seen, ^CWe are precious in his ^Bbsight.

^Dm'Cause we are the children of the ^BbJoshua tree, ^Clong-time losers and o^Ah gee wannabes. ^DmMamma's in the corn and the fields are ^Gmbarren, ^CRoof needs fixin' but I'm way passed carin'.

^DmOphelia drownded in the c^Cold, cold flood, ^BbA thorn by any other n^Came draws blood. ^DmDeep red drops on a ^Cscarlet bud, ^GmDaddy we're coming ^Ahome. ^DmWe dont know where ^Chome lies now ^BbBut we'll turn up there som^Dme damn how. ^BbDrawn to the barn and the ^Dmbusted plough ^CAnd the graves all ov^Bbergrown.

^Dm'Cause we are the children of the ^BbJoshua tree, ^Clong-time losers and oh ^Agee ^Amwannabes. ^DmMamma's in the corn and the ^Gmfield's been trampled, ^CYou can't reason with a soul in ^Dmshambles.