Evening Star
Blitzen TrapperVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
You're a broken-hearted party girl
Your skirt's on fire, your hair's uncurled
Your dancing days are at an end
Yeah, you've got no one to call your friend
All you've got left is a silhouette,
An empty bed, and a cheap Corvette
You're a long way from your sweet sixteen
You need some stonewashed jeans
And a time machine
To take you back
To that railroad track
Where you first took flight
In the morning light
So take me back
To that first romance
Where you made your stand
You were hand in hand
With the black-eyed angel of the evening star
When you came to the city in your cheap perfume
And your ran through the room
But you grew up soon
Always dressed like a killer in the afternoon
Sipping warm champagne from a silver spoon
In the night you would travel in your lover's car
With your jewels so bright, like a shooting star
But your nightmares must have caught up with you
And all the pills and the prophets couldn't get you through
To take you back
To that railroad track
Where you first took flight
In the morning light
So take me back
To that first romance
Where you made your stand
You were hand in hand
With the black-eyed angel of the evening star
So take me back
You were found on the ground in a lonely town
At the end of the world, in a dressing gown
Your hair was on fire, your shoes were misplaced
On your face was a trace of a distant place
It's a long way home to Wichita
Where they put you back together
Filled your head with straw
Now all you've got left is a silhouette
And a cheap Corvette, but girl, you ain't dead yet
So take me back
To that railroad track
Where you first took flight
In the morning light
So take me back
To that first romance
Where you made your stand
You were hand in hand
With the black-eyed angel of the evening star
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Readable chord sheet for Evening Star by Blitzen Trapper
[C]You're a broken-hearted p[G]arty girl [F]Your skirt's on fire, y[G]our hair's uncurled [A#5]Your dancing days are a[F]t an end [C]Yeah, you've got no one t[G]o call your friend [C]All you've got left [G]is a silhouette, [F]An empty bed, and a c[G]heap Corvette [A#5]You're a long way from y[F]our sweet sixteen [C]You need some stonewashed jeans [G]And a time machine [Dm]To [F#]take you back [G]To that railroad track [C]Where you first took flight [F]In the morning [A#5]light [Dm]So [F#]take me back [G]To that first romance [C]Where you made your stand [F]You were hand in[A#5] hand [Gm]With the black-eyed [C5]angel of the [D#5]evening star When you came to the city in your cheap perfume And your ran through the room But you grew up soon Always dressed like a killer in the afternoon Sipping warm champagne from a silver spoon In the night you would travel in your lover's car With your jewels so bright, like a shooting star But your nightmares must have caught up with you And all the pills and the prophets couldn't get you through To take you back To that railroad track Where you first took flight In the morning light So take me back To that first romance Where you made your stand You were hand in hand With the black-eyed angel of the evening star So take me back You were found on the ground in a lonely town At the end of the world, in a dressing gown Your hair was on fire, your shoes were misplaced On your face was a trace of a distant place It's a long way home to Wichita Where they put you back together Filled your head with straw Now all you've got left is a silhouette And a cheap Corvette, but girl, you ain't dead yet So take me back To that railroad track Where you first took flight In the morning light So take me back To that first romance Where you made your stand You were hand in hand With the black-eyed angel of the evening star