Joanna Newsom - Sadie

^GSad^Bmie, ^Cwhi^Bmte coat ^Gyou carr^Bmy me hom^Ce ^Bm And bur^Gy t^Bmhis ^Cbon^Bme and take^G this pi^Bmne cone ^{C Bm}

^BmBur^Dy this ^Ambon^Ce to ^GGnaw on it lat^Gmaj7er ^EmGnawing on the telephone ^BmUntil th^Den, we pray and ^Amsuspend ^C The not^Gion that these li^Gmaj7ves do neve^Emr end

^GAnd all day long we talk about mercy ^GLead me to water, Lord, I sure am thi^Crsty ^{D G G}Down in the ditch where I nearly served you ^GUp in the clouds where he almost hear^Cd you ^{D G}

^CAnd all that we built and all that we breathed ^EmAnd all that we spilt, or pulled up like weeds ^GIs piled up in back and it burns ir^Crevocably ^{D G Em}And we spoke up in turns 'til the silence crep^Ct over me ^{D G}

^GAnd bless you, a^Bmnd I deeply do ^{C Bm} No longer resolu^Gte, o^Bmh an^Cd I^Bm call to you ^GBut the wat^Bmer go^C so^Bm cold And you do^G lose wh^Bmat you^C don't hold ^Bm

This is an old^Bm song, the^Dse are o^Amld blues ^C G Gmj7 Em And this is not my tune, but it's mine to use And the sea^Bmbirds where^D the fear ^Amonce grew ^{C G}Will flock with a fury a^Gmaj7nd they will bur^Emy what'd come for you

^GAnd down where I darn with the milk-eyed mender ^GYou and I, and a love so^C tender ^{D G G}Stretched on a hoop where I stitched this adage: ^G"Bless our house and its he^Cart so s^Davage" ^G

^CAnd all that I want, and all that I need ^EmAnd all that I've got is scattered like seed ^GAnd all that I knew is moving aw^Cay from me ^{D G Em}And all that I know is blowing l^Cike tumbleweed ^{D G}

And the ^Gmealy worms in t^Bmhe brine will bu^Crn ^Bm In a sal^Gty pyre ^Bmamong the fauns ^Cand ferns ^Bm And the love ^Gwe hold, an^Bmd the love we spurn ^{C Bm} Will never grow ^Gcold, on^Bmly tacit^Curn ^Bm And I'll^G tell yo^Bmu tomorr^Cow ^{Bm G}Sadie, g^Bmo on hom^Ce now ^Bm And bles^Gs those ^Bmwho've sickened ^Cbelow ^Bm And bles^Gs us who^Bm have chosen so ^{C Bm}

^CAnd all that I've got and all that I need ^EmI tie in a knot and I lay at your feet ^GAnd I have not forgot, but a silence cre^Cpt over me^{D G Em}So dig up your bone, exhume your^C pine cone, my Sadie ^{D G}