Waylon Jennings - The hunger

^DThey said in her younger days ^Bm Her beauty was e^Dnough to drive men ^Gwild But the ^Ahunger in her body then Was not the hunger of some lonely ^Dchild.

Like a ^Dbutterfly in springtime Searching ^Gmevery field for ^Aloving's sweetest ^Grose The em^Abrace of many strangers Still could not release her from the ^Dhold.

In the ^Dbackstreets and the bedrooms All she's ^Bmfound is disap^Apointments bitter ^Gweeds While the ^Alove that she's too often found Was enough to satisfy her ^Dneeds.

She's ^Dolder than the ^F#years she holds ^Bm And ageing fast with ^Aeach day passing ^Gby On a ^A7downhill run to nowhere 'Cause the hunger never can be satis^Dfied.

The re^Gflection in her ^Dmirror's not the ^Em7image She re^Amembers in her ^Dmind Her ^Gbeauty has been ^Deaten by the ^Emhunger And the ^Eacid winds of ^Atime. ^A7

She has ^Ddanced the tune her demons played ^Bm And payed the piper ^Ddearly for his ^Gsong ^A7Empty now of all her pride ^A But still inside her hunger's just as ^Dstrong ^{G D G}

^DThey said in her younger days ^Bm Her beauty was e^Dnough to drive men ^Gwild But the ^Ahunger in her body then Was not the hunger of some lonely ^Dchild.

Like a ^Dbutterfly in springtime Searching ^Gmevery field for ^Aloving's sweetest ^Grose