Black

Intro:  (use these chords during 
verses, you can hit the F#m & E an 
octave
lower for the chorus for a good 
sound)

      D       A       E
E|----5-------5-------7----7-9-
B|----7-5h7-5-5-5h7-5-9-10-----
G|----7-------6-------9--------
D|----7-------7-------9--------
A|----5-------7-------7--------
E|----5-------5-------7--------

E|10s12--|    
B|-------|    
G|-------| x3 
D|-------|    
A|-------|    
E|-------|    


                     F#m    
E|----5-------5-------9------7----
B|----7-5h7-5-5-5h7-5-10-----9----
G|----7-------6-------11-----9----
D|----7-------7-------11-----9----
A|----5-------7-------9------7----
E|----5-------5-------9------7----


Verse:
                     A    F#m
I’m coming into your town.
E                          A
  Night is falling to the ground,
F#m             E                
but I can still see where you 
       D
loved yourself
           A                     
before he tore it all down. April 
  D
12th,
      A                           
with nobody else around; you were 
D
outside the house
              E          F#m
(where’s your mother?),
E                         A   F#m
  when he put you in the car,
E                            A
  when he took you down the road.
F#m                E             
  And I can still see where it 
   D
was open,
      A                            
the door he slammed closed. It was 
 D
open,
      A                            
the door he slammed closed. It was 
 D           E
open, long ago.


Chorus:
      A             E             
But don’t lose me now, don’t lose 
    F#m
me now.
               D                 
Though I know that I’m not useful 
  A
anyhow,
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F#m                  E
  just let me stick around
        A               E
while I tell you, like before,
            F#m             D     
you should say his name the way 
            A
that he said yours.
              F#m                  
But you don't want to say his name 
 E
anymore. Oh, Cynda Moore.

Intro

F#m   E                       A
        Baby daughter on the road,
F#m   E                          
   you’re wrapped up warm in 
    A
daddy’s coat.
F#m                E    
   And I can still see the 
               D
cigarette’s heat.
          A                    
I can’t believe all that you're 
         D
telling me,
         A                    
what is cutting like the smoke 
               D
through your teeth
                       E
as you’re telling me “forget it.”

F#m  E                     
      But if I could tear his 
     A
throat,
F#m  E                           
   and spill his blood between my 
A
jaws,
  F#m                       E
and erase his name out for good,
                       D
don’t you know that I would?
                        A
Don't you realize that I wouldn’t 
pause,
        D             A
that I would cut him down with my 
claws
      D                          
if I could have somehow never let 
       E
that happen?
        A                   E
Or I’d call, some black midnight,
            F#m                
fuck up his new life where they 
  D                  A
don’t know what he did,
          F#m                  
tell his brand-new wife and his 
  E
second kid.
          A               E
Though I tell you, like before,
                 F#m               
that you should wreck his life the 
 D                  A
way that he wrecked yours,
         F#m                
you want no part of his life 
     E
anymore.

Oh Cynda Moore,

Intro

A              E                  
don’t lose me now, let me help you
F#m
 out.
               D               
Though I know that I can’t help 
  A
anyhow,
F#m                   E
when I watch you I’m proud.
        A               E
When I tell you twice before
                 F#m               
that you should wreck his life the 
 D                   A
way that he wrecked yours,
         F#m                
you want no part of his life 
 E
anymore.
         D     A     E
oh Cynda Mo     -     ore.
           D            A       
And it’ll never be the way it was 
   E
before,
       D                   A   
but I wish that you would let me 
                E
through that door.