Chords for Townes Van Zandt - She Came and She Touched Me (Official Audio)
Tempo:
134.85 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
Abm
B
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A] [Abm] [E]
[A] [Abm] [E] She came and [A] she [B] touched me [E] with hands made of [Abm]
heaven, reflections since [A] spinning through
a face [E] laced in mist.
I stand [A] where she [Abm] left me, [E] buried deep beneath her [Abm] shadow, and the mirror [A] pleads sadly, has
it all come [E] to this?
[B] And I wonder, will [A] she call [B] my name?
[E] Where the wind [A] careens [Abm] madly through [E] wide [A] windows, painless [Abm] fragrances [A] mingle in a room
[E] full of shade.
The peons pick [A] partners [E] and waltz across the [Abm]
ceilings, but the violins [A] whisper that I've been [E] betrayed.
[B] Trying not [A] to look [B]
ashamed.
[E] [B]
Where [E] the drunkards drink [B]
deeply [E] from cups full [Abm] of nothingness, ghost lovers [E] laugh [A] at
the games that [E] they play.
While the moments do [A] [B] [E] somersaults into [A] [Abm] eternity, cling to their [A] coattails and beg them to stay.
[B] Saying, I've got [A] nothing to [B] hide.
Well, [E] illusions [A] [B] projected [E] on walls made [Abm] a Tiffany mad, [A] minuets to a sad, [E] saddened song.
Harlequin [Abm]
[E] mandolins harmonize [Abm] helplessly, hoping that endlessly [A] won't last for long.
[B] Praying that their [A]
God [B] ain't died.
Then [E] I turn and [Abm] I see her in [E] a dress made [Am] of [Abm] moonlight, teardrops [A] like diamonds run
slow down [E] her face.
And her arms, they [B] surround me [E] like chains [Am] made of [Abm] velvet, and the demons [A] fall faithfully
into [E] their place.
[B] And the river
[A] runs [B] with jewels.
[E] Now the morning
[A] lies [E] open, the night went quite [B] quickly, [Abm] memory [A] harmlessly fractures
[E] and fades.
All the poets [A] do pushups [E] on carpets [Abm] of rubber foam, loudly they [A] laugh at some joke that's [E] been made.
And the [B] wise men [A] speak like [B]
fools.
[E] [Abm] [E]
[A] [E]
[Abm] [E] [A]
[Abm]
[A] [Abm] [E] She came and [A] she [B] touched me [E] with hands made of [Abm]
heaven, reflections since [A] spinning through
a face [E] laced in mist.
I stand [A] where she [Abm] left me, [E] buried deep beneath her [Abm] shadow, and the mirror [A] pleads sadly, has
it all come [E] to this?
[B] And I wonder, will [A] she call [B] my name?
[E] Where the wind [A] careens [Abm] madly through [E] wide [A] windows, painless [Abm] fragrances [A] mingle in a room
[E] full of shade.
The peons pick [A] partners [E] and waltz across the [Abm]
ceilings, but the violins [A] whisper that I've been [E] betrayed.
[B] Trying not [A] to look [B]
ashamed.
[E] [B]
Where [E] the drunkards drink [B]
deeply [E] from cups full [Abm] of nothingness, ghost lovers [E] laugh [A] at
the games that [E] they play.
While the moments do [A] [B] [E] somersaults into [A] [Abm] eternity, cling to their [A] coattails and beg them to stay.
[B] Saying, I've got [A] nothing to [B] hide.
Well, [E] illusions [A] [B] projected [E] on walls made [Abm] a Tiffany mad, [A] minuets to a sad, [E] saddened song.
Harlequin [Abm]
[E] mandolins harmonize [Abm] helplessly, hoping that endlessly [A] won't last for long.
[B] Praying that their [A]
God [B] ain't died.
Then [E] I turn and [Abm] I see her in [E] a dress made [Am] of [Abm] moonlight, teardrops [A] like diamonds run
slow down [E] her face.
And her arms, they [B] surround me [E] like chains [Am] made of [Abm] velvet, and the demons [A] fall faithfully
into [E] their place.
[B] And the river
[A] runs [B] with jewels.
[E] Now the morning
[A] lies [E] open, the night went quite [B] quickly, [Abm] memory [A] harmlessly fractures
[E] and fades.
All the poets [A] do pushups [E] on carpets [Abm] of rubber foam, loudly they [A] laugh at some joke that's [E] been made.
And the [B] wise men [A] speak like [B]
fools.
[E] [Abm] [E]
[A] [E]
[Abm] [E] [A]
[Abm]
Key:
E
A
Abm
B
Am
E
A
Abm
_ _ _ [A] _ [Abm] _ _ [E] _ _
_ [A] _ [Abm] _ [E] She came and [A] she [B] touched me [E] with hands made of [Abm]
heaven, _ reflections since [A] spinning through
a face [E] laced in mist. _ _ _
I stand [A] where she [Abm] left me, [E] buried deep beneath her [Abm] shadow, and the mirror [A] pleads sadly, has
it all come [E] to this?
_ _ _ [B] And I wonder, _ _ _ will [A] she call _ _ [B] my _ _ _ _ name? _ _ _ _ _
[E] Where the wind [A] careens [Abm] madly through [E] wide [A] windows, _ painless [Abm] _ fragrances [A] mingle in a room
[E] full of shade.
_ _ _ The peons pick [A] partners [E] and waltz across the [Abm] _
ceilings, but the violins [A] whisper that I've been [E] _ betrayed. _ _
_ [B] _ Trying _ _ not [A] to _ look _ _ [B] _
ashamed.
[E] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ Where [E] the drunkards drink [B]
deeply [E] from cups full [Abm] of nothingness, ghost lovers [E] laugh [A] at
the games that [E] they play.
_ _ While the moments do [A] _ [B] _ [E] somersaults into _ [A] _ [Abm] eternity, cling to their [A] _ coattails and beg them to stay.
_ _ _ [B] Saying, _ _ _ I've got [A] nothing _ _ to [B] _ _ _ hide. _ _
_ _ _ _ Well, [E] illusions _ [A] [B] projected [E] on walls made [Abm] a Tiffany mad, [A] minuets to a sad, [E] saddened song. _
_ _ _ _ Harlequin _ [Abm] _
[E] mandolins harmonize _ [Abm] _ helplessly, hoping that endlessly [A] won't last for long. _ _ _ _
[B] Praying _ _ that their [A] _ _
_ God [B] ain't died. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Then [E] I turn and [Abm] I see her in [E] a dress made [Am] of [Abm] moonlight, _ teardrops [A] like diamonds run
slow down [E] her face.
_ _ And her arms, they [B] surround me [E] like chains [Am] made of [Abm] velvet, and the demons [A] fall faithfully
into [E] their place.
_ _ [B] And the river _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ runs [B] with _ _ _ _ _ jewels.
_ _ _ _ [E] Now the morning _
[A] lies [E] open, the night went quite [B] quickly, _ [Abm] _ memory _ _ [A] harmlessly fractures
_ [E] and fades. _
_ All the poets [A] do pushups [E] on _ carpets [Abm] of rubber foam, loudly they [A] laugh at some joke that's [E] been made.
_ _ And the [B] wise men _ _ [A] speak _ _ _ like [B] _ _ _
fools. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [Abm] _ _ [E] _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ [Abm] _ _ [E] _ _ _ [A] _
_ [Abm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ [Abm] _ [E] She came and [A] she [B] touched me [E] with hands made of [Abm]
heaven, _ reflections since [A] spinning through
a face [E] laced in mist. _ _ _
I stand [A] where she [Abm] left me, [E] buried deep beneath her [Abm] shadow, and the mirror [A] pleads sadly, has
it all come [E] to this?
_ _ _ [B] And I wonder, _ _ _ will [A] she call _ _ [B] my _ _ _ _ name? _ _ _ _ _
[E] Where the wind [A] careens [Abm] madly through [E] wide [A] windows, _ painless [Abm] _ fragrances [A] mingle in a room
[E] full of shade.
_ _ _ The peons pick [A] partners [E] and waltz across the [Abm] _
ceilings, but the violins [A] whisper that I've been [E] _ betrayed. _ _
_ [B] _ Trying _ _ not [A] to _ look _ _ [B] _
ashamed.
[E] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ Where [E] the drunkards drink [B]
deeply [E] from cups full [Abm] of nothingness, ghost lovers [E] laugh [A] at
the games that [E] they play.
_ _ While the moments do [A] _ [B] _ [E] somersaults into _ [A] _ [Abm] eternity, cling to their [A] _ coattails and beg them to stay.
_ _ _ [B] Saying, _ _ _ I've got [A] nothing _ _ to [B] _ _ _ hide. _ _
_ _ _ _ Well, [E] illusions _ [A] [B] projected [E] on walls made [Abm] a Tiffany mad, [A] minuets to a sad, [E] saddened song. _
_ _ _ _ Harlequin _ [Abm] _
[E] mandolins harmonize _ [Abm] _ helplessly, hoping that endlessly [A] won't last for long. _ _ _ _
[B] Praying _ _ that their [A] _ _
_ God [B] ain't died. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Then [E] I turn and [Abm] I see her in [E] a dress made [Am] of [Abm] moonlight, _ teardrops [A] like diamonds run
slow down [E] her face.
_ _ And her arms, they [B] surround me [E] like chains [Am] made of [Abm] velvet, and the demons [A] fall faithfully
into [E] their place.
_ _ [B] And the river _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ runs [B] with _ _ _ _ _ jewels.
_ _ _ _ [E] Now the morning _
[A] lies [E] open, the night went quite [B] quickly, _ [Abm] _ memory _ _ [A] harmlessly fractures
_ [E] and fades. _
_ All the poets [A] do pushups [E] on _ carpets [Abm] of rubber foam, loudly they [A] laugh at some joke that's [E] been made.
_ _ And the [B] wise men _ _ [A] speak _ _ _ like [B] _ _ _
fools. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [Abm] _ _ [E] _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ [Abm] _ _ [E] _ _ _ [A] _
_ [Abm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _