Black Water Child

thought it was about time someone got this song out on the internet . cappo 5 C Em F down here underneath the microscope , C it’s hard to cope . don’t hide your face in your hands , Em F ’cause if your eyes play tricks , C F it’s outta my control . G C F it’s gonna be a long cold winter . G C the skeletons of trees , my blackwater child if you don’t love me , well , don’t shove me out into the dark without a flashlight or a spark . any stitches cling like bitches to my arms for all my charms . it’s gonna be a crooked little winter the skeletons of trees , my blackwater child C F G Em she’s walking home F to the devil’s flowers . G Em the broken bones F of heavy hours . G Em we stayed out late , F it’s a lighthouse trait . G Em F F C C and we’ll take our time time you can figure the little picking bits out for yourself , there not hard just played around the chord