Black Dresses

	  		
A 
Little sister, there's blood on the tracks, 
D 
And a lit cigarette but you're not comin' back, 
C                           E                      A 
To a town that was built on black gold and iron ore. 

A 
And the kettle got hot, and it boiled and it steamed, 
D 
And you can't run away from the worst of your dreams, 
C                                 E                        A  
They'll string you up when you're tryin' to fall fast asleep. 


A 
She wore black dresses black dresses 
D 
And she never cried in the morning. 
C 
She's got a bottle in paper 
E                     A 
So she can forget her name. 
A 
She wore black dresses black dresses 
D 
And she never smiled in the morning. 
C 
She's got a bottle in paper 
E                     A 
So she can forget her name. 


A 
Well her home town was built by a few greedy men, 
D 
And people tell me she was descended from them. 
C                                  E                    A 
She's been playin' in the darkness ever since she was a kid. 


A 
And she doesn't mourn for her man's come and gone, 
D 
She's worn the color of black all along, 
C                       E                                A 
And she was born with a stone where there shoulda been a heart. 


A 
She wore black dresses black dresses 
D 
And she never cried in the morning. 
C 
She's got a bottle in paper 
E                     A 
So she can forget her name. 
A 
She wore black dresses black dresses 
D 
And she never smiled in the morning. 
C 
She's got a bottle in paper 
E                     A  
So she can forget her name. 


D                   A                     E           A 
Did you ever meet a girl who was born the victim of a name? 
D                  A                    E           A 
I know, 'cuz I'm a boy who was born the victim of a name. 
D                   A                     E           A  
Did you ever meet a girl who was born the victim of a name? 
D                  A                    E           D 
I know, 'cuz I'm a boy who was born the victim of a name. 


A 
Little sister, there's blood on the tracks, 
D 
And a lit cigarette but you're not comin' back, 
C                           E                     A 
To a town that was built on black gold and iron ore. 


A 
She wore black dresses 
D 
And she never cried in the morning. 
C 
She's got a bottle in paper 
E                     A 
So she can forget her name. 
A 
She wore black dresses 
D 
And she never smiled in the morning. 
C 
She's got a bottle in paper 
E                     A  
So she can forget her name. 


C 
She's got a bottle in paper 
E                     A 
So she can forget her name. 
C  
She's got a bottle in paper 
E                     A 
So she can forget her name...