Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Sad waters

^{D A}Down the road I look and there runs ^BmMary ^{G D A}Hair of gold^F#m and lips like cherries^{A D} We go down to the ri-^Aver where the willows weep^{Bm G D} Take a ^Gnaked root for a ^F#mlovers ^Aseat ^D That rose ^Aout of the bitten soil^{Bm G D} But ^Gbound to the ground by ^F#mcreeping ivy ^Acoils ^D O Mary ^Ayou have seduced my ^Bmsoul ^G D G F#m A (D) Forever a hostage of your child's world

^D And ^Athen I ran my tin-cup^Bm heart along ^{G D} The ^Gprison of her ^F#mribs ^A And ^Dthen with a toss of her ^Acurls That little girl goes ^Bmwading in ^{G D} Rollin her ^Gdress up past her ^Aknee ^D Turning ^Athese waters in-^Bmto wine ^G D G F#m A (D) Then she plaited all the wil - low vines

^D Mary ^Ain the shallows ^Bmlaughing ^{G D} Over ^Gwhere the ^F#mcarp ^Adart ^D Spooked by the new ^Gshadows that she ^Bmcast ^G D G F#m A (D) Across these sad waters and a-cross my heart