Flies The Handsome Family
[G]
VERSE 1:
Your f[C]an of golden h[G]air
[D]oiled with rose and c[G]innamon[(G/F#)]
[Em]As your blood bloomed p[G]oppy red
ac[Am]ross your v[C]elvet c[G]oat
Your d[Am]eep blue v[C]elvet c[G]oat
VERSE 2:
Yes, th[C]ere in Montana p[G]rairie grass
the Si[D]oux shot Custer d[G]own [(G/F#)]
His r[Em]ed scarf tied, his b[G]lack boots shined
How b[Am]eautiful he lo[C]oked to the f[G]lies,
the h[Am]appy ki[C]ngdom of f[G]lies
VERSE 3:
Dear C[C]uster there's a Wa[G]l-Mart now
where o[D]nce the grizzlies r[G]oamed[(G/F#)]
[Em]Mountains of hair spray and c[G]owboy shirts
and ev[Am]eryone h[C]as a g[G]un
[Am]Everyone still h[C]as a g[G]un
VERSE 4:
But h[C]igh in the rafters ab[G]ove the lights,
red f[D]inches, they hide their n[G]ests[(G/F#)]
And w[Em]hen our cars drive o[G]ut of sight
they sing s[Am]ymphonies acr[C]oss the n[G]ight
In their f[Am]orest of he[C]ating p[G]ipes
VERSE 5:
And o[C]ut past the parking lot al[G]ong the curb
in the w[D]ilds of weed and t[G]rash[(G/F#)]
Great ar[Em]mies of the sm[G]allest ants
fight b[Am]attles for the gl[C]ory of their qu[G]een
Such a t[Am]iny gl[C]orious qu[G]een
VERSE 6:
But e[C]ven the empress [G]of the ants
[D]for whom ten thousand f[G]all[(G/F#)]
[Em]Makes not a sound ben[G]eath the blades
of o[Am]ur great e[C]mpire of l[G]awns
How q[Am]uiet is the [C]empire of l[G]awns
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