Paul Kelly - Everythings Turning To White Chords

 
         
         
         
         
         
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No chord
    
Standard guitar tuning:
E
A
D
G
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No capo
Intro C F C F C F C C Late on a Friday my husband went up to the F mountains with three C friends They took provisions and bottles of bourbon to F last them all through the C weekend Am One hundred C miles they drove Am just to fish in a F stream C There's so much F water so G close to C home F C C When they arrived it was cold and dark, they F set up they're camp C quickly Warmed up with whisky they walked to the river where the F water flowed past C darkly In the Am moonlight they saw the C body, of a Am girl floating face F down C There's so much F water G so close to C home F C F

Chorus1

[Bass run into the chorus A B C F] When he F holds me now I'm C pretending I feel F like I'm frozen G inside And F behind my C eyes, my F daily C disguise F Everything's G turning to C white C F C F C F [Bass run into the EFGAG] C C It was too hard to tell how long she's been dead the F river was that close to C freezing But one things for sure, the girl hadn't died very F well to judge from the C bruising They Am stood there above her all C thinking, the Am same thoughts at the same F time There's C so much F water G so close to C F[sCpoFkeCn]F C C So here's what they did, they carried her downstream from their fishing Between F two smooth rocks they gently C wedged her After all it was late, they had come a long way, and the F girl would keep, she was C nowhere Am They stayed up there C fishing for two days They Am reported it on Sunday when they came back F down [Sung] C There's so much F water G so close to C home F C F

Chorus2

When he F holds me now I'm C pretending Nothing F is working G inside And F behind my C eyes, my F daily C disguise F Everything's G turning to C white F CF C F [bass note run EFGAG] C C The newspapers said the girl had been strangled to F death, and also C molested On the day of the funeral, the radio reported that a young F man had been C arrested Am I went to the service a C stranger, Am I drove past the lake out of F town C There's so much F water G so close to C C[RFepCeaFt CChForCus1]

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