Emiliana Torrini - Beggars prayer

Mama said ^Flift your ^Chead from the ^Am7sieve of your^G7 hands Mama say e^Fventuall^Cy this h^Am7urting will ^G7end But the ^Fshock-waves on my ^Cbones will ^Am7linger Bbm7 Abmaj7b5 Like the ghost of you here in my bed

When I was ^Flost you ^Cthought me a ^Am7beautiful ^G7find Sometimes I ^Fthink of you ^Csleeping so s^Am7leep for a ^G7while I find myself ^Fasking who'd do ^Cthis to ^Am7love And the ^F/Awhite shouldered m^G/Bountains they pointed a^Cbove

Lord you just ^Fdropped me ^Chere by this ^Am7side of this r^G7oad Out here's too ^Fcold and I ^Cdon't want to ^Am7walk it al^G7one I've got a ^Fbottle of your ^Cblood in^Am7side me And an ^F/Aold beggar's p^G/Brayer on the tip of my t^Congue

Mama said ^Flift your ^Chead from the ^Am7sieve of your h^G7ands Mama say e^Fventuall^Cy this ^Am7hurting will e^G7nd