Elizabeth Childers Chords by Richard Buckner

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_ _ [G#m] Dust of my dust, [F#] dust [C#] with my dust, _ [G#m] oh child who [F#] died as you entered the [C#] world.
_ _ [G#m] Dead with my death, [G#] not [C#] knowing breath, _ [G#m] though you tried [G#] so hard.
[D#m] _
With a heart that [F#] big, when you lived with [D#m] me.
I stopped [F#] when you left [Fm] me for life.
[C#] _ [G#m] It is well my [G#] child for you never [C#] traveled.
_ _ [G#m] The long long [G#] way that begins with [C#] school days.
_ [G#m] When little [G#] fingers blur under [C#] the tears that _ [G#m] fall on the [G#] crooked letter.
[D#] _
And the earliest [F#] wound when a little [D#] mate _ leaves you [F#] alone for another.
The sickness, the [D#] face, the view by the bed.
The [F#] death of a father or a mother, _ or shame for them, or [C#] poverty.
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_ _ [G#m] Made in sorrow [F#] of school days [C#] ended.
_ _ [G#m] The nightless [F#] nature that [C#] makes you drink _ [G#m] from the cup of [F#] love though you know it's [C#] poison.
_ _ [G#] To whom would your [D#m] flower face have [D#] been lit then?
Bodiness, [F#] _ _ weakling.
[D#] _
_ Cry of [F#] what blood to yours?
[D#m] _
_ Pure [F#] or foul, for it makes no matter.
It's blood that calls to [C#]
a blood.
[G#m] And then your [D#m] children, oh what might [C#] they be?
_ _ _ [G#] _ [D#m] And what your [C#] sorrow?
_ _ _ [G#] _ [D#m] Child, [C#] child.
_ _ [G#] Death is better, [F#] the [C#] lie.
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