Little sister, there’s blood on the tracks,
C
And a lit cigarette but you’re not comin’ back,
G G G
To a town that was built on black gold and iron ore.
G
And the kettle got hot, and it boiled and it steamed,
C
And you can’t run away from the worst of your dreams,
G G G
They’ll string you up when you’re tryin’ to fall fast asleep.
G
She wore black dresses [black dresses]
C
And she never cried in the morning.
G
She’s got a bottle in paper
G G
So she can forget her name.
G
She wore black dresses [black dresses]
C
And she never smiled in the morning.
G
She’s got a bottle in paper
G G
So she can forget her name.
G
Well her home town was built by a few greedy men,
C
And people tell me she was descended from them.
G G G
She’s been playin’ in the darkness ever since she was a kid.
G
And she doesn’t mourn for her man’s come and gone,
C
She’s worn the color of black all along,
G G G
And she was born with a stone where there shoulda been a heart.
G
She wore black dresses [black dresses]
C
And she never cried in the morning.
G
She’s got a bottle in paper
G G
So she can forget her name.
G
She wore black dresses [black dresses]
C
And she never smiled in the morning.
G
She’s got a bottle in paper
G G
So she can forget her name.
C G G G
Did you ever meet a girl who was born the victim of a name?
C G G G
I know, ‘cuz I’m a boy who was born the victim of a name.
C G G G
Did you ever meet a girl who was born the victim of a name?
C G G C
I know, ‘cuz I’m a boy who was born the victim of a name.
G
Little sister, there’s blood on the tracks,
C
And a lit cigarette but you’re not comin’ back,
G G G
To a town that was built on black gold and iron ore.
G
She wore black dresses
C
And she never cried in the morning.
G
She’s got a bottle in paper
G G
So she can forget her name.
G
She wore black dresses
C
And she never smiled in the morning.
G
She’s got a bottle in paper
G G
So she can forget her name.
G
She’s got a bottle in paper
G G
So she can forget her name.
G
She’s got a bottle in paper
G G
So she can forget her name…
