Townes van Zandt - Many a fine lady

Well it's ^G7many a fine lady has ^Fwalked along be^Cside me With their f^Emlesh made of ^Fvelvet and their eyes made of ^G7rain Well ^Csome tried to ^G7hold me, to ^Fhurt me, to ^Chide me And ^Emsome turned a^Fway, not to ^G7look back ag^Cain

^G7One stood among them, I re^Fmember most ^Cclearly Well her ^Emsorrows were ^Fheavy, and her laughter was ^G7slow Well I ^Ccourted her ^G7gently, and I ^Floved her most ^Cdearly And I ^Emcame her maj^Festic ref^G7lections to ^Cknow

oh her ^G7words, like a mountain, stood ^Flonely and ^Clofty With her ^Emface like a day^Fdream and her hair like the s^G7hawl ^CWorn by a ^G7mourner, as he ^Fsteals away ^Csoftly From ^Emthose that would ^Fhave him mourn ^G7nothing at ^Call

Oh, ^G7endlessly sorrow rode ^Fhigh on the ^Cnorth wind ^EmSlashing and ^Fslicing to take him his ^G7toll And ^Cendlessly ^G7creatures of ^Fdarkness were ^Ccutting Their ^Empaths through the w^Falls that s^G7helter the s^Coul

Ah but ^G7no longer gypsy-like ^Fsadness un^Cending Well her ^Emeyes - they lay ^Fhollow and her face petri^G7fied Well ^Csome will go ^G7laughing and ^Fothers con^Cdemning Oh but ^Emwho there a^Fmong you could have ^G7told her good^Cbye?