Metaphysical Gingham Gown Sons of Bill From the album "A Far Cry From Freedom" Capo 4 e----3--------3--------3------------------------------------3-------------3-------3--| B---3--------3--------3------------------------------------3-------------3--------3--| G---0--------0--------0------------------------------------0-------------0--------0--| D---0--------0--------0------------------------------------0-------------0--------0--| A-----2--3---------2-------0h2p0--0----0------0h2-------------0----------------------| E-----------------------------------------2-------------------------------------3----| e---------------------3----------------3-| B--------------------3----------------3--| G--------------------0----------------0--| D--------------------0----------------0--| A-----0h2p0------------------------2-----| E-----------------2--------2-----3-----3-| This is sort of difficult to hear sometimes because there are two guitar parts being at once (it sounds like it at least), and Sam and James play different parts, or whoever the guitars, but you get the idea. G Cadd9 G Some call me a sinner some say I was lost G D D/F# Every (dad’s boy?) couldn’t pay the cost G Cadd9 G But the good lord he works in mysterious ways G D G Burning bushes and little girls who pray And she was only 19 years old Too young for barrooms too old to stay home I’d take her out dancing and spin her around In that metaphysical gingham gown C C/B D/F# G She says boy dump the sunshine just call for some rain C C/B D Someday we’ll understand why G C G So I don’t need to wonder why she hangs around G D G In that metaphysical gingham gown I ain’t much of a singer and I’m less of a man Turn tail and run and she wouldn’t understand She says boy God forgives you for all that you’ve done But its forgiving yourself that’s the hardest of all I go looking for answers on a Tuesday night Too drunk to walk lookin for a fight She still picks me up lays my (froggy?) head down On that metaphysical gingham gown Chorus In that lonely space between dust and your soul You cry like a baby while your mind’s growin old And your heart begs the question but you never ask why Just love while you can and you learn how to die But sometimes a girl takes the ache from your bones Makes you forget that we all die alone So I hold her hand until Jesus comes round Trade the dress in for wings but he wears the crown Chorus Tabbed by Andrew Fickley