Girl With The Feather

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       C                        F
Well I ain't got a dollar and I ain't got a dime
         C                        G
But this fire in my chest, that's mine, all mine
       Am                 F
Try to take it away, in my skin it should stay
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For the girl with the feather in her hair


       C                      F
Well I ain't got a poem and I ain't got a prayer
    C                   G
Got nothing to say so I just smoke and stare
    Am                   F
The sun it'll boil on my skin as I stand
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For the girl with the poem in her hand
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For the girl with the poem in her hand


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Play me a tune, let the music just croon from the window
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Don't turn it down
        G                         F
Let the fleas and the flies crawl over us now
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As we watch while it all goes down
          G
See those clouds turning red
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That's the girl with the fire in her hair


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      C                     F
Now I never had seen such a beautiful scene
          C                        G
She can't haul the jewels that she found on the beach
     Am                    F
So I watch from afar as my eyes turn to stone
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And I watched her just lying all alone
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The girl with the diamonds in her bow


      C                       F
And I long for an end, born a mule and all (?)
        C                      G
But you know what they say, we all die alone
      Am                     F
In my heart she's going everywhere that I go
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Down in my grave she's there
    C             G              C
The girl with the feather in her hair


G                       F                         C
Play me a tune, let the music just croon from the window
G             Am
Don't turn it down
        G                         F
Let the fleas and the flies crawl over us now
         C           G        Am
As we watch while it all goes down
          G
See those clouds turning red
           F             G           C
That's the girl with the fire in her hair