Henrietta Indiana
Josh Ritter
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Am/G: 302210Am/F: 102200 Opening/Riff (x2)E|--0--3--0-------------------| B|--1--------3--1--0----------| G|--2-----------------2p0-----| D|--2----------------------0--| A|--0-------------------------| E|--x-------------------------| E| B| G| D|(He plays the open D string with A|like the pull-off on the G string E|much different to just play it wi u| u| u| u|is fret hand middle finger u|though it doesn't sound u|h the right hand like normal)Am Henrietta, Indiana mill townC/G Locked the factory down and shut it up tightG My daddy and my brother and sixteen-hundred othersF Lost everything they had in the nightAm Daddy got a taste for the hard stuffC/G Henrietta, Indiana was dryG We'd ride out to Putney, he'd tell me that he loved meF The drive home was always so quietDm G He had a devil in his eye, eyeAm Like a thorn in the pawAm/G Disregard for the lawF Disappointment to the Lord on high [Riff (x1)] AmAm My brother practiced preaching in the basementC/G Perspiration on his face 'til I knewContinúa después del anuncioG That something was missing His spirit was willingF He could not believe it was trueAm "Blessed be the poor," he saidC/G "Your treasure is on high."G All of Henrietta, Indiana heard me hallelujahF When I finally saw the devil in his eyeDm G I saw a devil in his eye, eyeAm Like a thorn in the pawAm/G Disregard for the lawF Disappointment to the lord on highC/G I was coming home late from a midnight to eightG The radio said they'd ID'd the platesAm Left three men dead, made their escapeF By now said the sheriff, they'll be in the next stateC/G Will we be able to catch them? Can they bring the dogs in?G Can they call up the Bureau? Do they have next-of-kin?Am Cameras came to our door and I opened it wideF They thought I was crying, it wasAm C/G G F something in my eye, eye, eye,Am C/G G F eye, eye, eye, ohAm C/G G FAm C/G G FAm At night I leave a bottle on the tableC/G The Bible open to the Sermon on the MountG Blessed be the poor of Henrietta, IndianaF But happy are the ones that get outAm I think I'll drive over to PutneyC/G The store'll be open to twelveG The empty parking lot, the lights, the lonely kid, the registerF I see it all clear as a bellDm G I got a devil in my eye, eyeAm Like a thorn in the pawAm/G Disregard for the lawF Disappointment to the Lord on highAm G Eye, eyeF Like a thorn in the pawF Disregard for the lawF Am Disappointment to the Lord on highAm/G Am/F Am