Waterboys - November tale

^AHer communique arrived with its expr^Eession of her feeling ^AI swear I had no idea she'd been h^Eolding in conceiling Such a s^F#mtorm of words un^Dbmsaid Though ab^F#msurd as it app^Dbmears Had been bl^Bowing in her head ^F#mFor twenty-seven years ^A I knew I had to face her so I gr^Eabbed my Davey Crocket Threw a sc^Aarf around my neck And twenty d^Eollars in my pocket I found her ^F#min the same old p^Dbmlace P^F#mamphlet in her ^Dbmfist When I s^Baw her windblown face She said well^F#m, look at who it is

^B Meet me on the m^F#ad par^F#made When the m^Aidnight bells are c^Dbmhiming ^{E B B} We'll dress up as the h^F#arle^F#mquin and the c^Dbmlown ^{B Db Dbm B} Pile up all the blunders ^F#mthat we've made In a t^Aower too tall for c^Dbmlimbing And we'll b^F#urn the d^Aamn thing d^Eown ^{A E A E B A E}

^AIn the great November light she was o^Elder still alluring Her h^Aair grey and longer than ^Eit ever had been during The ^F#mdays we loved an s^Dbmlept In her ^F#mbed of painted w^Dbmood In the l^Bittle place she kept ^F#mIn a crumbling neighbourhood ^AWe walked along a while Like ^Ewe were old companions But I could f^Aeel the gap between us Y^Eawning like a canian She ^F#mwith her church and ^Dbmcode Her ^F#mextravagant bel^Dbmiefs Me a cr^Beature of the road A c^F#mhild of dust and grief

^B Meet me on the ^F#mad pa^F#mrade When the m^Aidnight bells are ^Dbmchiming ^{E B B}We'll dress up as the h^F#arle^F#mquin and the c^Dbmlown ^{B Db Dbm B} Pile up all the blunders ^F#mthat we've made In a t^Aower too tall for c^Dbmlimbing And we'll b^F#urn the d^Aamn thing d^Eown ^{A E A E B F#m E}

She sm^Aoked a cigarette and blew smoke ri^Engs at the ceiling Said if y^Aou're problem is long standing man T^Ehen why don't you try kneeling Now your f^F#mace I see you're s^Dbmtill a s^F#minner in the ^Dbmmist Setting ^Bup your little will ^F#mIs king in place of His I said I've h^Aeard about sin Down the l^Eong wheels of ages I cr^Aacked books of lies With a t^Ehousand twisted pages Then I l^F#mooked her in the ^Dbmeye And ^F#masked her clear and p^Dbmlain If your r^Beligion was a lie Then w^F#mhat would remain

She said I've g^Aot my beating heart And I've two l^Eoving hands to heal with And there's n^Aothing in my day that I ain't got t^Ehe strength to deal with I said d^F#marling I con^Dbmfess The ^F#msame things applies to ^Dbmfate And ^Bas for all the rest ^F#mWe agreed to disagree

^B Meet me on the ^F#mad pa^F#mrade When the ^Amidnight bells are ^Dbmchiming ^{E B B} We'll dress up as the ^F#harle^F#mquin and the ^Dbmclown^{B Db Dbm B}Pile up all the blunders ^F#mthat we've made In a t^Aower too tall for c^Dbmlimbing And we'll b^F#urn the d^Aamn thing d^Eown ^{A E} Yes we'll b^F#urn the d^Aamn thing d^Eown ^{A E A E A A E}