Josh Ritter - Henrietta indiana

^AmHenrietta, Indiana mill town ^CLocked the factory down and shut it up tight ^GMy daddy and my brother and sixteen-hundred others ^FLost everything they had in the night ^AmDaddy got a taste for the hard stuff ^CHenrietta, Indiana was dry ^GWe'd ride out to Putney, he'd tell me that he loved me ^FThe drive home was always so quiet

He had a devil in his ^Ameye, ^Geye ^AmLike a thorn in the paw ^Am7/GDisregard for the law ^FDisappointment to the Lord on high

^AmMy brother practiced preaching in the basement ^CPerspiration on his face 'til I knew ^GThat something was missing, his spirit was willing ^FHe could not believe it was true ^Am"Blessed be the poor," he said ^C"Your treasure is on high." ^GAll of Henrietta, Indiana heard me Hallelujah ^Fwhen I finally saw the devil in his eyes Oh, the devil in his ^Ameye, ^Geye ^AmLike a thorn in the paw ^Am7/GDisregard for the law ^FDisappointment to the Lord on high

^AmI was coming home late ^CFrom midnight to eight ^GThe radio said they'd ID'd the plates ^AmLeft three men dead ^AmMade their escape ^F"By now," said the sheriff, ^F"They'll be in the next state." ^Am"Will we be able to catch them?" ^C"Can they bring the dogs in?" ^G"Can they call up the Bureau?" ^G"Do they have next-of-kin?" ^AmCameras came to my door ^AmI opened it wide ^FThey thought I was crying It was something in my ^Ameye, ^Ceye, ^Geye, ^{F Am}eye, ^Ceye, ^Geye, ^Foh

^AmAt night I leave a bottle on the table ^CThe Bible open to the Sermon on the Mount ^GBlessed be the poor of Henrietta, Indiana ^FBut happy are the ones that get out ^AmI think I'll drive over to Putney ^CThe store'll be open 'til twelve ^GThe empty parking lot, the lights, the lonely kid, the register ^AmI see it all clear as a bell I got a devil in my ^Ameye, ^Geye ^AmLike a thorn in the paw ^Am7/GDisregard for the law ^FDisappointment to the Lord on high ^AmEye, ^Geye ^AmLike a thorn in the paw ^Am7/GDisregard for the law ^FDisappointment to the Lord on high