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Black

Okkervil River
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
 (use these chords during verses, you can hit the Fm & E an octave
 lower for the chorus for a good sound)
E
e|----5-------5-------7----7-9-10s12--|
B|----7-5h7-5-5-5h7-5-9-10------------|
G|----7-------6-------9---------------| x3
D|----7-------7-------9---------------|
A|----5-------7-------7---------------|
E|----5-------5-------7---------------|
F#m
e|----5-------5-------9------7--------|
B|----7-5h7-5-5-5h7-5-10-----9--------|
G|----7-------6-------11-----9--------|
D|----7-------7-------11-----9--------|
A|----5-------7-------9------7--------|
E|----5-------5-------9------7--------|
 I’m coming into your town.
 Night is falling to the ground,
but  I can still see  where you loved yourself
 before he tore  it all down. April 12th,
 with nobody  else around; you were outside  the house
 (where’s your mother?),
 when he put you in the car,
 when he took you down the road.
 And I can still see  where it was open,
 the door  he slammed closed. It was open,
 the door  he slammed closed. It was open,  long ago.
 But don’t  lose me now,  don’t lose me now.
 Though I know that  I’m not useful anyhow,
 just let me stick around
 while I tell  you, like before,
 you should say  his name the way  that he said yours.
 But you don't want  to say his name anymore.  Oh, Cynda Moore.
 Baby daughter on the road,
 you’re  wrapped up warm in daddy’s coat.
 And I can still see  the cigarette’s heat.
 I can’t believe  all that you're telling me,
 what is cutting  like the smoke through your teeth
 as you’re telling me “forget  it.”
 But if I could tear his throat,
 and  spill his blood between my  jaws,
 and  erase his name out for good,
 don’t you know that I would?
 Don't you realize that I  wouldn’t pause,
 that I would  cut him down  with my claws
 if I could  have somehow never let that happen?
 Or I’d call,  some black midnight,
 fuck up his new  life where they don’t  know what he did,
 tell his brand-new  wife and his second  kid.
 Though I tell  you, like before,
 that you should wreck  his life the way  that he wrecked yours,
 you want no  part of his life anymore.
 Oh Cynda Moore,
don’t  lose me now,  let me help you  out.
 Though I know that  I can’t help anyhow,
when  I watch you I’m proud.
 When I tell  you twice before
 that you should wreck  his life the way  that he wrecked yours,
 you want no  part of his life anymore.
 oh Cynda Mo  -  ore.
 And it’ll never  be the way  it was before,
 but I wish  that you would let  me through that door.
 end on E
 Take Care.

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Readable chord sheet for Black by Okkervil River

(use these chords during verses, you can hit the F
lower for the chorus for a good sound)

      [D]       [A]       [E]
e|----5-------5-------7----7-9-10s12--|
B|----7-5h7-5-5-5h7-5-9-10------------|
G|----7-------6-------9---------------|  x3
D|----7-------7-------9---------------|
A|----5-------7-------7---------------|
E|----5-------5-------7---------------|
                     [F#m]
e|----5-------5-------9------7--------|
B|----7-5h7-5-5-5h7-5-10-----9--------|
G|----7-------6-------11-----9--------|
D|----7-------7-------11-----9--------|
A|----5-------7-------9------7--------|
E|----5-------5-------9------7--------|

I’m coming into your [A]town.[F#m]
[E]  Night is falling to the g[A]round,
[F#m]but I can still [E]see where you loved your[D]self
before he t[A]ore it all down. April 1[D]2th,
with n[A]obody else around; you were [D]outside the house
(where’s your [E]mother?),  [F#m]
[E]  when he put you in the c[A]ar, [F#m]
[E]  when he took you down the r[A]oad.
[F#m]  And I can still s[E]ee where it was o[D]pen,
the do[A]or he slammed closed. It was o[D]pen,
the do[A]or he slammed closed. It was o[D]pen, long ag[E]o.

But do[A]n’t lose me no[E]w, don’t lose me n[F#m]ow.
Though I know t[D]hat I’m not useful a[A]nyhow,
[F#m]  just let me stick a[E]round
while I [A]tell you, like b[E]efore,
you should s[F#m]ay his name the [D]way that he said y[A]ours.
But you don't [F#m]want to say his name a[E]nymore. Oh, Cynda Moore.

[F#m]      [E]  Baby daughter on the r[A]oad,
[F#m]   you[E]’re wrapped up warm in daddy’s [A]coat.
[F#m]   And I can still [E]see the cigarette’s [D]heat.
I can’t be[A]lieve all that you're telling [D]me,
what is c[A]utting like the smoke through your t[D]eeth
as you’re telling me “f[E]orget it.”

[F#m]     [E] But if I could tear his th[A]roat,
[F#m]   an[E]d spill his blood between my[A] jaws,
an[F#m]d erase his name out for g[E]ood,
don’t you know that I w[D]ould?
Don't you realize that I[A] wouldn’t pause,
that I w[D]ould cut him d[A]own with my claws
if I c[D]ould have somehow never let that h[E]appen?
Or I’d c[A]all, some black midn[E]ight,
fuck up his [F#m]new life where they d[D]on’t know what he d[A]id,
tell his b[F#m]rand-new wife and his s[E]econd kid.
Though I t[A]ell you, like be[E]fore,
that you should w[F#m]reck his life the w[D]ay that he wrecked [A]yours,
you want [F#m]no part of his life anym[E]ore.

Oh Cynda Moore,

[A]don’t lose me n[E]ow, let me help you[F#m] out.
Though I know t[D]hat I can’t help a[A]nyhow,
[F#m]when I watch you I’m p[E]roud.
When I t[A]ell you twice be[E]fore
that you should w[F#m]reck his life the w[D]ay that he wrecked y[A]ours,
you want [F#m]no part of his life [E]anymore.
oh Cynda [D]Mo    [A] -    [E] ore.
And it’ll n[D]ever be the w[A]ay it was b[E]efore,
but I w[D]ish that you would l[A]et me through that d[E]oor.

[D]    [A]    [E]

end on E

Take Care.

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