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Pavanne

Richard Thompson
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Pavanne,  cold steel woman  Pavanne
How  do you love  a woman  with eyes  cold as the barrel  of her gun
 Who's never  missed her mark  on anyone
 Pavanne,  Pavanne,  Pavanne
 Casino  doors swing open,  the rich  men raise their eyes
 They say  who is  this beauty  as elegant  as ice
 And later  there's an accident,  another  charge d'affair
 Is lying  in a pool  of blood, no witness  anywhere
 And they say  she was a hundred  miles away
 The hotel porter saw  her climb the stairs
 And the maid  with trembling hands  knows what to say
 When the judge  says "Are your sure,"  "I'm sure" she swears
 At the presidential palace a thousand people saw
 His excellency leave his car and never make the door
 The blood flows from his fingers as he clutches at the stain
 He staggers like a drunken man, lies twisted in the rain
 And they say she grew up well provided for
 Her mother used to keep her boys for sure
 And father's close attentions led to talk
 She learned to stab her food with a silver fork
 Pavanne, cold steel woman Pavanne
 And they say  she didn't do  it for the money
 And they say  she didn't do  it for a man
 They say  that she did  it for the pleasure,
 The pleasure  of the moment

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Readable chord sheet for Pavanne by Richard Thompson

[E]Pavanne, cold steel [D]wom[A]an Pav[Bm]anne
[E]How do you [A]love a [E]woman with [D]eyes cold as the [C]barrel of her [E]gun
Who's [D]never missed her [C]mark on any[E]one
Pa[Bm]vanne, Pa[F#m]vanne, Pa[E]vanne  [Bm]      [F#m]           [E]

Ca[G]sino doors [D]swing [A]open, the [F#m]rich men raise their [E]eyes
They [G]say who [D]is this [A]beauty as [F#m]elegant as [B]ice
And [D]later there's an a[A/C#]ccident, a[Bm]nother charge d'[G]affair
Is [C]lying in a [Bm]pool of blood, no [Am]witness any[Bm]where

And they [C]say she was a [D]hundred miles [E]away
The [C#m]hotel [B]porter [A]saw her climb the [E]stairs
And the [C#m]maid with [B]trembling [A]hands knows what to [F#m]say
When the [B]judge says "Are your [E]sure," "I'm sure" she [B7]swears

At the presidential palace a thousand people saw
His excellency leave his car and never make the door
The blood flows from his fingers as he clutches at the stain
He staggers like a drunken man, lies twisted in the rain

And they say she grew up well provided for
Her mother used to keep her boys for sure
And father's close attentions led to talk
She learned to stab her food with a silver fork

Pavanne, cold steel woman Pavanne

And they [C#m]say she [B]didn't [A]do it for the [E]money
And they [C#m]say she [B]didn't [A]do it for a [F#m]man
They [B]say that she [E]did it for the [B7]pleasure,
The [F#m]pleasure of the [B]mo[B7]ment

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