Preston Miller Tracy Grammer
INTRO: Am
He was born in Miller's mansion when the [G]mistress was a[Am]sleep
The [C]secret son of the [G]chambermaid and [Am]master
And they sent him into hiding, for his [G]schooling and his [Am]keep
With the [C]Carlyles and the [G]other lucky [Am]bastards
[Am]Now his toady tutors fawn and praise the [G]man that he's be[Am]come
Though he's [C]taken to the [G]Laudanum and [Esus]Faro [E]
And he [Am]walks the streets like velvet death with his [G]daddy's money on his b[Am]reath
And a [C]shame he cannot [G]shake, down in his [Am]marrow
CHORUS:
When [Am]day fades to black, you must not [Dm]listen to the killer
Pretty [C]voices keep you [G]beautiful and [Esus]bound [E]
'Cause the [Am]simple sorry fact of your ex[Dm]istence, Preston Miller
Is e[F]nough to bring this [G]house of evil [Am]down
[Am]One night upon some drunken dare, he [G]writes his absent [Am]sire
Saying, "[C]Father, I would [G]fain come home to [Am]meet thee"
And though his worthless friends guffaw at this [G]sudden show of [Am]fire
A[C]nother round of [G]bourbon and it's [Am]easy
[Am]And this letter finds his father in his [G]tower far a[Am]way
And the [C]hoary claw that [G]holds it shakes and [Am]trembles
Is it [Am]grief over a life misspent, or [G]love or greed or mere contempt
Or [C]something darker [G]stirring in his [Am]temples
CHORUS
When [Am]day fades to black, you must not [Dm]listen to the killer
Pretty [C]voices keep you [G]beautiful and [Esus]bound [E]
'Cause the [Am]simple sorry fact of your ex[Dm]istence, Preston Miller
Is e[F]nough to bring this [G]house of evil [Am]down
[Am]A week gone by, he's wakened by a [G]knocking at his [Am]door
And he [C]drags himself half-[G]wasted to the [Am]threshold
It's a message in his father's quill saying, [G]"Meet me, scion, if you [Am]will
At the [C]very stroke of [G]midnight in the [Am]meadow"
[Am]Now he has combed his laggard locks, and [G]hired a comely [Am]roan
And he's [C]met his comrade [G]fops around the [Esus]fountain [E]
And he's [Am]bidden each a grand goodbye, and he's [G]cantered off a[Am]lone
To [C]meet his aged [G]father in the [Am]mountains
CHORUS
When [Am]day fades to black, you must not [Dm]listen to the killer
Pretty [C]voices keep you [G]beautiful and [Esus]bound [E]
'Cause the [Am]simple sorry fact of your ex[Dm]istence, Preston Miller
Is e[F]nough to bring this [G]house of evil [Am]down
"[Am]Oh, Father dear, come out, come out, I [G]honour thee to[Am]night,"
He [C]shouts as he goes [G]weaving in the [Am]saddle
He sees the stars go blinking by, like the [G]twinkling in a [Am]trollop's eye
And six [C]riders riding [G]madly in the [Am]shadows
[Am]This morning sailed a ship of fools [G]across a sea of [Am]gin
With a [C]blind and grinning [G]Reaper at the [Am]tiller
And it [Am]drove an aging Jacob to his [G]lone and bitter [Am]end
And a [C]bullet through the [G]brain of Preston [Am]Miller
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