Johnny Cash - Death And Hell
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#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------#
*************** DEATH AND HELL ***************
written by John R. Cash and John Carter Cash
performed by Johnny Cash.
Verse 1:
A F#m
She stepped down from her carriage at 10 Vermillon Street
D E
I took off my roustabout and slung it to her feet
A F#m
We went into her parlor and she cooled me with her fan
D E A
But said i'll go no further with a fantasy makin' man
Verse 2:
F# B
I said i'd walk on Ponchatrain for what you have today
E A
Just to drink from your deep well and i'll be on my way
F# B
She laughed and heaven filled the room said this i give to you
E A
This body's wisdom is the flesh,but here's a thing or two
Chorus:
D E D A
Death and hell are never full
D E A
And neither are the eyes of men
D E D A
Cats can fly from nine stories high
E D
And pigs can see the wind
Verse 3:
A F#m
She let me make my pallet in the moonlight on the floor
D E
Just outside of paradise but right in hell's back door
A F#m
The image of her nibbled at the eye of my soul
D E A
My dreams were a hurricane and quite out of control
Verse 4:
F# B
Then her voice came through the storm it's more than flesh i deal
E A
You will have to pay for any wisdom that you steal
F# B
I awoke to tinted windows and lavender and red
E A
The first station of the cross is just above my head
F# B
I awoke to gargoyles and a hard bench for my bed
E A
Jesus Christ and Pontias Pilate were just above my head
Chorus.
Perret Charles-Amir : perret@diva.univ-mlv.fr
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