Pavanne
Richard ThompsonVersion1
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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