Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

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Capo 1st fret

Em
I went out walking the other day, the heat hung wet around my neck
My head it rung with screams and groans from the night I spent amongst her bones
And I passed beside the mission house, where that mad old buzzard, the reverend
Shrieked and flapped about life after you're dead,
                                          well I thought about my friend Michel
How they rolled him in linoleum and they shot him in the neck
A bloody halo, like a think-bubble circling his head

                                                                  G Bm
And I bellowed at the firmament, looks like the rains are here to stay
        Em
And the rain pissed down upon me and washed me all away, saying

    Papa won't leave you, Henry
    Papa won't leave you, boy
    Papa won't leave you, Henry
    Papa won't leave you, boy


    Well the road is long and the road is hard
          Em               G     Bm
    And a many fall by the side
         G                     Bm
    Well Papa won't leave you, Henry
             A                Em
    So there ain't no need to cry


    And I went on down the road
    (He went on down the road)
    Oh yeah, I went on down the road
    (He went on down the road)

Well, the moon it looked exhausted, like something you should pity
I spent an age spotted above the sizzling wires of the city
Well, it reminded me of her face and her bleached and hungry eyes
Her hair was like a curtain, falling open with the laughter and closing with the lies
And the ghost of her still lingers on, though she's passed through me and is gone
Well the slum dogs, they are barking, the rain children on the streets

And the tears that we will weep today will all be washed away
By the tears that we will weep, we'll weep again tomorrow

    Papa won't leave you, Henry
    Papa won't leave you, Boy
    Papa won't leave you, Henry
    Papa won't leave you, Boy

    Well the road is long and the road is hard
    And a many fall by the side
    Well Papa won't leave you, Henry
    So there ain't no need to cry

    And I went on down the road
    (He went on down the road)
    Oh yeah, I went on down the road
    (He went on down the road)

Em  Em  Em  Em

And I came upon a little house, a little house upon a hill
And I entered through and the curtain hissed
Into the house with its blood-red bowels
Where wet-lipped women with greasy fists
Crawled the ceilings and the walls
And they filled me full of drink and they led me round the rooms
Naked and cold and grinning, until everything went black and I came down spinning
I awoke so drunk and full of rage that I could hardly speak
A fag in a whalebone corset draping his dick across my cheek

Well it's into the shame, and it's into the guilt and it's into the fucking fray
And the walls ran red around me, a warm arterial spray, saying

    Papa won't leave you, Henry
    Papa won't leave you, Boy
    Papa won't leave you, Henry
    Papa won't leave you, Boy

    Well, the night is dark and the night is deep
    And its jaws are open wide
    Yeah well, Papa won't leave you, Henry
    So there ain't no need to cry

    And I went on down the road
    (He went on down the road)
    Oh yeah, I went on down the road
    (He went on down the road)
    Yeah, whoa, whoa (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)

It's the rainy season where I'm living
Death comes leaping out of every doorway
Wasting you for your money, for your clothes and for your nothing
Entire towns being washed away
Favelas exploding on inflammable spillways
And the lynch mobs, death squads, babies being born without brains
The mad heats and the relentless rains
Well if you stick your arm into that hole
It comes out sheared off to the bone

And with her kisses bubbling on my lips, I swiped the rain and I nearly missed
           G                Bm        Em      D         Em
And then I went on down the road  (He went on down that road)

    Papa won't leave you, Henry
    Papa won't leave you, Boy
    Papa won't leave you, Henry
    Papa won't leave you, Boy

    Well, the road is long and the road is hard
    And many fall by the side
    Well then, Papa won't leave you, Henry
    So there ain't no need to cry

    And I went on down the road
    (He went on down the road)
    Oh yeah, I went on down the road
    (He went on down the road)

    Yeah, bent beneath my heavy load
    (Under his heavy load)
    Yeah, I went on down the road
    (He went on down the road)
    Oh whoa, whoa (whoa, whoa)
    Oh whoa, whoa (whoa, whoa)
    Yeah, whoa, whoa (whoa, whoa)
    Yeah, whoa, whoa (whoa, whoa)
    And I went on down that road