Dry the River - Gethsemane

It ^Astarted with the moon that turned an ^Einexpensive room int^F#mo St. Peters. There’s ^Aa parabolic story, but it^E’s boring and it e^F#mnds how you’d expect.

For^Aever dressing down I’m lik^F#me a stranger hanging round outside the^G kingdom hall. I’d ‘ve carried ^F#myour wedding shawl, you could’ve said I was a sch^Eool friend.

And you ^Bmdrag your holy horse cart in th^De sky when I wake up they say it’^Bms just the sun but I know that^A face.

E^Axcavating down you’d find the^E drowning and the drowned and then there’^F#ms us, babe. You could ^Awalk to our memorial, but it’s ^Epourring and it en^F#mds how you’d expect.

I d^Aig your dresses out and hang ‘^F#mem round about the house and turn the l^Gights down low. Now you’re eve^F#mrywhere I go looking faintly disa^Eppointed.

And you d^Bmrag your holy horse cart in the ^Dsky when I wake up they say it’^Bms just the sun A (G#5) but I know that face.

^F#mBut the devil’s tricks A (B5) just seem to sit so light on you. ^F#mThey’d never get the Marionette this tight on y^Aou.

In the^Bm parliamentary houses there’ll b^De talk of what this is with ine^Bmxpert witnesses and evidence a^Against us. But I’^Bmll take my pound of substance from those i^Dnsubstantial men. Whatever their ^Bmarguments, I’ll prove you^Ar innocence.

D^Drag your holy horse cart in the sky when I wake up, oh y^Aeah.

T^Destify allegiance with more puncture wounds than Jesus, oh y^Aeah. Every ^Dstatue’s weeping honey

‘cause I?^A??m over sympathetic and I can’t control myself. L^Deave that painful memory in the garden of Gethsemane, o^Ah yeah, oh y^Eeah. ^A