Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

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C       F
Oh Deanna
     C
Oh Deanna!
F    C
Oh Deanna
F                     C
You know you are my friend, yeah
F            D                  G
And I ain't down here for your money
G        D                  G
I ain't down here for your love
G        D                          D
I ain't down here for your love or money
D                       C
I'm down here for your soul

C                          F
There's no carpet on the floor
C                      F
And the winding cloth holds many moths
C             F
Around your Klu-Klux furniture
C          F
I come of deaths head in your frock
D               G
We discuss the murder plan
D                          G
We discuss murder and the murder act
D                               G
Murder takes the wheel of your Cadillac
G                        C
And death climbs in the back

Chorus:
(Oh, Deanna) Oh-oh, Deanna
(Oh, Deanna) Sweet Deanna
(Oh, Deanna) Oh-oh, Deanna
Well, this is a car (Oh, Deanna)
And this is a gun (Oh, Deanna)
And this a day number one
Our little crimeworn histories
Black and your smoking christmas trees
And honey, it ain't a mystery
Why you're a mystery to me

We will eat out of their pantries
And their parlours
Ashy leavings in their beds
And we'll unload into their heads
On this mean season
But his little angel that I squeezin'
She ain't been mean to me

Chorus:
(Oh, Deanna) Oh-oh, Deanna (Oh, Deanna)
You are my friend and my partner (Oh, Deanna)
On this house on the hill (Oh, Deanna)
And I ain't down here for your money
No, I ain't down here for your love
I ain't down here for your love or money
I'm down here for your soul

(Oh, Deanna) Oh-oh, Deanna (Oh, Deanna)
I am a-knocking (Oh, Deanna)
With my toolbox and my stocking (Oh, Deanna)
Well I'll meet you on the corner
Yes, you point it like a finger
And squeeze its little thing
I hear its kick, I feel its bang
And let's not worry about its issue
Don't worry about where its been
And don't worry about where it hits
Cause it just ain't yours to sin (Oh, Deanna)

Chorus:
Cause it just ain't yours to sin (Oh, Deanna)
Oh, sweet Deanna (Oh, Deanna)
I ain't getting any younger (Oh, Deanna)
And you're my friend (Oh, Deanna)
The sun a hump at my shoulder (Oh, Deanna)
And I don't intend gettin' any older (Oh, Deanna)
Oh-oh, Deanna (Oh, Deanna)
Well, I ain't down here for your money
I ain't down here for your love
I ain't down here for your love of money
I'm down here for your soul