The Windy, Windy Night

Intro G  E  Am  D7  
      G  E  Am  D7 

G                    C7 
The wild dog fetches grenades 
B7              C7       B7       Em 
The drunken wraith wretches  &   fades 
G                      Am 
A schoolgirl twirls in the wheat field 
B7           D           Em 
Until a combine catches her braids 

G                       C7 
The princess picks nits off her lace 
B7      C7          Em 
And gives her wrist a little spritz of mace 
G                   Am 
Cupid's so low that he loads up a bow 
B7                    D               Em  E7 
And he shoots himself full in the face 



A                        Am 
My mother was a half-wit whore 
D                            G 
She left me at her own front door 
A                      Am 
My father was a deacon who would often wake up reekin' 
D                                    Em     E7  Am  D7 
Of the sins he had condemned the day before 

G                               C7 
If I hear you've been romancing Miss Ruth 
          B7             C7        Em 
I'm gonna cut you with a cancerous tooth 
G                                Am 
But first I'll hitch you up to a hell-bitch nag 
B7                            D     Em 
And let her drag you half the way to Duluth 

G                             C7 
If I catch you trying to make Miss Trish 
          B7              C7    B7  Em 
I'm gonna drop you in the lake, ker-splish 
G                                  Am 
But first I'll lash bricks to your hands and your knees 
B7                    D            Em  E7 
So you can crawl into bed with the fish 



A                        Am 
My mother was a half-wit whore 
D                            G 
She left me at her own front door 
A                      Am 
My father was a deacon who would often wake up reekin' 
D                                    Em     E7  Am  D7 
Of the sins he had condemned the day before 

( G  B7  C7  B7 ) 
( G  B7  C7  B7 ) 
( G  E  Am  D7 ) 

G                         B7  C7 
The mentalist straightens his spine 
B7                   C7         Em 
While his Rubenesque apprentice bends his mind 
G                    Am 
The two of them ride through the windy, windy night 
B7             D        Em 
On a levitated elevated line 

G                     B7        C7 
Now I'm off to meet a marvelous wench 
        B7                       Em 
I found her name & number carved in a bench 
G                                Am 
I wouldn't mind at all if you're hot to join the ball 
       B7                 D         Em     E7  Am  D7 
But if you're not, please pardon my French 

 

A                        Am 
My mother was a half-wit whore 
D                            G 
She left me at her own front door 
A                      Am 
My father was a deacon who would often wake up reekin' 
D                                    Em     E7  C  E7 
Of the sins he had condemned the day before 

Final C  E7  C7  B7  D  G7