Townes Van Zandt - When Shes Acting This Way Chords

 
         
         
         
         
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Standard guitar tuning:
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A
D
G
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No capo
DLike silence she Gstands Like laughter she Dfalls From a castle of Gsand Like a memory she Dcalls. And the mocking birds Gscream 'Cause they can't make her Dcry They'll soon stAart t'belieGve That the lady has Ddied. Aw what it all goes to show Take your Tinkerbell lies It ain't may job to say And your weary desires For who am I to know Take the tears in your eyes Why She's Actin' This Way And your cup full of fire Aw once again turn away Aw give your lover a call If you're sure that it's done If your legs start to fail Tell your prophets to pray And he'll come break your fall Tell your bandits to run With a bed full of nails. Take your eyelids of stone No need to glance back again They won't do you no harm There ain't nothin' to see Take your cross made of bones Just this drunken old man And your flypaper arms. And this woman and me. And when everything's placed And you've made it quite plain In your coffin of gold That we're just waistin' time Throw a scarf 'round your face And you say it seems strange 'Cause the subway gets cold That I'm stayin' behind. Pack up your sunflower smile But don't worry 'bout me And your bandana blues I can make it alone Take your worthless denials 'Cause I got no place to be They're all you got left to loose. And I ain't far from home.