Eilen Jewell - Needle and thread

Just one horse ^Ashy of a one-horse^E town ^D This ain’t the first time it tried to bur^An itself^E down ^AAnd the American girls in their A^Emerican dreams ^D Never put themselves here, so undone ^Aat the s^Eeams

^ASeven bars, one church, heaven is no match^E for hell ^D In these four blocks of rust piles and ab^Aandoned m^Eotels ^AOld men flick quarters in the c^Eracks of the boardwalk ^D And the little boys learn to cuss b^Aefore they can ^Etalk

^AHome is the needle and ^Dthread ^EFor the hole in the lifeboat - That it pu^At you in ^AAnd it leaves its mark - All stamped with ^Dlead ^EIn the lines and the grime - Inside your s^Akin

^A No one here’s been famous in a ve^Ery long time ^DBut you can count the stars for days on a^A cold, clear ^Enight ^A It pierces me slowly, ^Epulling me through ^DIt’s the pain of undoin^Ag the tearing in ^Etwo

^AHome is the needle and ^Dthread ^EFor the hole in the lifeboat - That it pu^At you in ^AAnd it leaves its mark - All stamped with ^Dlead ^EIn the lines and the grime - Inside your s^Akin