Raw Sugar

               Am                
Sort of wonder why no one said a 
E/G#
word
                         C/G
Don't you like it on the sly?
                          Ab
Don't you like it till it hurts?
     Bb             Am            
Have I been on your mind? What's a
                 E/G#
 voice without a song?
                  C/G              
Something in your head you've been 
              Ab
fighting all along...

Bb              Am
I don't want to say it, the news is 
not so good
We'll never get away, and even if we
 could
We'd just play the tambourine around
 an open flame
Oversleep and burn to be back in the
 game

       Bb           C             
'Cause summer never comes nowhere 
          E
near high noon
                 Am           
And winter never comes nor the 
         Ab
harvest moon

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    C
Raw sugar
                                Bb
I don't want to die living in a high
 rise grave

My baby come home
Ab               Gm
(same black day, high rise grave)
                Am                
No I'm not complaining, yes it 
E/G#
could be worse
                 C/G               
Ferment on the wish bone, match the
             Ab
 lips to the purse
                 Am                
Neighborhood's a runway, fry the 
       E/G#
ass and thighs
               C/G                 
Dirty diamond dealers, pushed 
       Ab
behind the ire's
       Bb            C            
'Cause summer never comes nowhere 
     Bb
near high noon
                 Am           
And winter never comes nor the 
         Ab
harvest moon

    C
Raw sugar
                                Bb
I don't want to die living in a high
 rise grave

My baby come home
Ab               Gm
(same black day, high rise grave)


                 Am                
Still I wear the red dress, paint 
           E7
my toes and twirl
                C                
Take it back to old times, when I 
             Ab
was still a girl
       Bb          Am         
'Cause now I'm all baboon boys, 
                    E7
Cootchie Cootchie Coo
               C                   
Sort of wonder why I missed a kiss 
    Ab
for you

       Bb           C
'Cause summer never comes (same 
black day, high rise grave)
Am                  Ab
Winter never comes (same black day, 
high rise grave)