C FC [Verse 1]F C Cut your midnight black hairF C And roll you in the the dirtF C Just slide the needle inF C Until it doesn't hurtF C If death rides a white horseF C Then I ain't seen him yetF C And I have seen some thingsF C That I can't soon forgetF C When death comes creeping inF C Oh he don't speak a wordF C The heavens they don't partF C No trumpeter is heardF C When death comes creeping in [Verse 2]F C Not feeling any painF C Just the rain upon my skinF C As I step down off the trainF C Let the grinding wheel beginF C See the stars without numberF C They shine without a nameF C Only god knows where I'm goingF C Only god can know my shameF C Gonna cut your black hairF C Gonna roll you in the dirtF C Gonna slide the needle inF C Until it doesn't hurtF C Cut your midnight black hairF C If death rides a white horseF C Then I ain't seen him yetF C If death rides a white horse
Death Rides A White Horse
Mark Lanegan
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