Gillian Welch - Silver dagger

^GI'm on the dark side of a hollow ^Dhill ^{C G} The sun comes u^Cp, babe, but it's ha^Grd to get my fi^Cll ^G Your blue ser^Cape, well it fits my mo^God ^{C G} I'm through with Bibl^Des ^D7and I'm through with fo^God ^{C G}

^GSomebody's calling, tr^Dying to track me dow^Gn ^{C G} And if I don't a^Cnswer, I'd hang arou^Gnd ^{C G} As side-passed lov^Cers lost in the da^Grk ^{C G} I look for hi^Dgh grou^D7nd for to build an a^Grk

^GI can't remember^D when I felt so fr^Gee ^{C G} Maybe Septemb^Cer, the year you believed in ^Gme ^{C G} In 190^C0 and 9^G9 ^{C G} When I found the ang^Dels^D7 a-drinking wi^Gne ^{C G}

^GSeems every castl^De is made of san^Gd ^{C G} The great destro^Cyer sleeps in every ma^Gn Here comes my ba^Cby, here comes my ma^Gn ^{C G} With the silver da^Dgger^D7 in his hand^{G C G}

With that silver dagg^Der ^D7in his han^Gd