Los Campesinos! - As lucerne the low

^AmThere is no blues that can so^Gund quite as heartfelt as m^Fine^{C F}Lamented at the gorge of the r^Dmiver, I watched it weep its b^Fanks dry ^{Am Am}I hum the sorriest tu^Gne on the bar at these di^Fves^C Send a^Fll the patrons running h^Dmome to make up with their fi^Frst wives ^Am

(But the l^Fow...^C) (And to ba^Fsk...^Am) ^G (But the l^Fow...^C) (And to ba^Fsk...^Am) ^G

^AmMy prose is purple but n^Got as pretty as Luc^Fern^Ce For sweet not^Fhings from the lips of a gar^Dmgoyle, nobody e^Fver yearned ^{Am Am}Perpetually a philistine, but da^Grling, I am longing to le^Farn^C Been lo^Foked at like the rotten g^Dmrape on the vine, while y^Fou and yours are drinking Sau^Amternes

(But the l^Fow)^C is what I came for (And to ba^Fsk) in a dar^Amkness I ^Gdo adore (But the l^Fow)^C is what I came for (And to ba^Fsk) in a dar^Amkness I ^Gdo adore (But the l^Fow)^C is what I came for (And to ba^Fsk) in a dar^Amkness I ^Gdo adore (But the l^Fow)^C is what I came for (And to ba^Fsk) in a dar^Amkness I ^Gdo ad^Fore I do ad^Core, I do ad^Fore, I do a^Amdore^G

I am the ma^Amgpie's solo, the so^Grrow that makes you sal^Fute^{C F}Pounding the earth for the e^Dmarly worm, I am a glu^Ftton but it's good for my gl^Amutes I was s^Amolace to the sirens, the b^Gait on the fisherman's r^Fod ^{C F}The hook took me far from my fa^Dmmily, but closer to G^Fod ^Am

(But the l^Fow)^C is what I came for (And to ba^Fsk) in a dar^Amkness I ^Gdo adore (But the l^Fow)^C is what I came for (And to ba^Fsk) in a dar^Amkness I ^Gdo adore (But the l^Fow)^C is what I came for (And to ba^Fsk) in a dar^Amkness I ^Gdo adore (But the l^Fow)^C is what I came for (And to ba^Fsk) in a dar^Amkness I ^Gdo ad^Fore (But the low) But the l^Cow is what I came for (And to b^Fask) But the l^Amow is what I c^Game here f^For (But the low) But the l^Cow is what I came for (And to b^Fask) But the l^Amow is what I c^Game here f^For