Indigo Girls
Originally for the piano so these are the basic guitar chords, don't hesitate to
experiment with altered voicings!
No Capo
[Am]The volunteers come for your [Bm]prayers
and some souve[C]nirs,
With ivory [Am]skin and boycott le[Bm]ssons
Year after [C]year.
[G]Well I'm tracing your face up in the [D]space
of the bottom [Am]bunk,
Oh Cord[C]ova.
[G]Where I cried and I c[D]ried,
I knew I was trading[Am] on things that I didn't [C]have,
The things that I didn't [D]have.
[Am]Now you come to me
With revol[Bm]ution's, infidel[C]ity,
With blacklisted [Am]friends and tupperware [Bm]kin,
And your big his[C]tory.
Well I'm tracing your [G]face up in the s[D]pace
of the bottom [Am]bunk,
Oh [C]Cordova.
[G]Where I cried and I [D]cried,
I knew I was trading[Am] on things that I didn't [C]have,
The things that I didn't [D]have.
[Am]I memorize the lul[Bm]labies
of dwindling l[C]ives.
The lay of the [Am]land, the touch of each [Bm]hand
We lose by and [C]by.
I'm tracing your [G]face up in the [D]space of the bottom[Am] bunk,
Oh Cor[C]dova.
Where I [G]cried and I [D]cried,
I knew I was [Am]trading on things that I didn't [C]have,
The things that I didn't [D]have.
Originally for the piano so these are the basic guitar chords, don't hesitate to
experiment with altered voicings!
No Capo
[Am]The volunteers come for your [Bm]prayers
and some souve[C]nirs,
With ivory [Am]skin and boycott le[Bm]ssons
Year after [C]year.
[G]Well I'm tracing your face up in the [D]space
of the bottom [Am]bunk,
Oh Cord[C]ova.
[G]Where I cried and I c[D]ried,
I knew I was trading[Am] on things that I didn't [C]have,
The things that I didn't [D]have.
[Am]Now you come to me
With revol[Bm]ution's, infidel[C]ity,
With blacklisted [Am]friends and tupperware [Bm]kin,
And your big his[C]tory.
Well I'm tracing your [G]face up in the s[D]pace
of the bottom [Am]bunk,
Oh [C]Cordova.
[G]Where I cried and I [D]cried,
I knew I was trading[Am] on things that I didn't [C]have,
The things that I didn't [D]have.
[Am]I memorize the lul[Bm]labies
of dwindling l[C]ives.
The lay of the [Am]land, the touch of each [Bm]hand
We lose by and [C]by.
I'm tracing your [G]face up in the [D]space of the bottom[Am] bunk,
Oh Cor[C]dova.
Where I [G]cried and I [D]cried,
I knew I was [Am]trading on things that I didn't [C]have,
The things that I didn't [D]have.
