Black

Riff:

   D         A         1)E             2)F#m       E
e| 2---0-2-0-0---0-2-0-  0-----------0-  2---------0-
B| 3---------2---------  0-----0-2-3---  2---------0-
G| 2---------2---------  1--1----------  2---------1-
D| 0---------2---------  2-------------  4---------2-
A| ----------0---------  2-------------  4---------2-
E| ----------0---------  0-------------  2---------0-
 
 
D A E 2x
D A F#m E

                A         F#m E
I'm coming into your town.
                          A       F#m
Night is falling to the ground,
                E                       D
but I can still see where you loved yourself
          A                       D
before he tore it all down. April 12th,
       A                          Bm          D
with nobody else around; you were outside the house
              E
(where's your mother?),

F#m E

when he put you in the car,
when he took you down the road.
And I can still see where it was open,
the door he slammed closed. It was open,
the door he slammed closed. It was open,
long ago.

     A             E                  F#m
 But don't lose me now, don't lose me now.
               D                   A
 Though I know that I'm not useful anyhow,
 F#m                E
 just let me stick around

         A                E
 while I tell you, like before,
            F#m              D                A
 you should say his name the way that he said yours.
               F#m                  E
 But you don't want to say his name anymore.
           D       A E
 Oh, Cynda Moore.

 D A F#m E

Baby daughter on the road,
you're wrapped up warm in daddy's coat.
And I can still see the cigarette's heat.
I can't believe all that you're telling me,
what is cutting like the smoke through your teeth
as you're telling me "forget it."

But if I could tear his throat,
and spill his blood between my jaws,
and erase his name out for good, don't you know that I would?
Don't you realize that I wouldn't pause, that I would
cut him down with my claws if I could have somehow
never let that happen?

 Or I'd call, some black midnight, fuck up his new life
 where they don't know what he did,
 tell his brand-new wife and his second kid.

 Though I tell you, like before,
 that you should wreck his life the way that he wrecked yours,
 you want no part of his life anymore.
 Oh Cynda Moore,

 D A E

 don't lose me now, let me help you out.
 Though I know that I can't help anyhow,
 when I watch you I'm proud.

 When I tell you twice before
 that you should wreck his life the way that he wrecked yours,
 you want no part of his life anymore.
 Oh Cynda Moore.

	   D            A            E
 And it'll never be the way it was before,
       D                   A                 E
 but I wish that you would let me through that door.
                     D    A                    E
 Let me through that door, let me through that door.
                     D A     E
 Let me through that door, baby.

 D A E