Intro:  
    Dm  F  C  F
    Bb  F  Bb


Dm              F        C           F
Pour the petrol can, around this caravan.
     Bb        F                   Bb
And watch the flames take all you own.
          Dm             F             C               F
There's a girl who understands, by the back of her two hands.
Bb               F       Bb
  She's all you need to know.


           C                        F         C         Bb
'Cause you search for years but you lose everything you find.
        C                        F   C             Bb
There's braille for the deaf and signposts for the blind.
        C                            F     C             Bb
There's heaven for the cruel but the devil waits for the kind.

Interlude (whistling):
    Dm  F     C  F     Bb  F     Bb


        Dm                   F                 C             F
And you follow the blackbird home, through the early winter snow.
Bb                  F                     Bb
   Your footprints track you through the grass.
        Dm                      F               C                   F
And you ache just to smell her clothes, and her cooking down on the stove.
Bb              F                    Bb
   You see her face in everyone you pass.


           C                        F         C         Bb
'Cause you search for years but you lose everything you find.
        C                        F   C             Bb
There's braille for the deaf and signposts for the blind.
        C                            F     C             Bb
There's heaven for the cruel but the devil waits for the kind.


C        F         C      Bb
 And you walk down to her window.
C               F    C            Bb
 And press your face against the glass.
C        F          C      Bb
 Only to find that she is happy in his arms.

Interlude (whistling):
    Dm  F     C  F     Bb  F     Bb


           C                        F         C         Bb
'Cause you search for years but you lose everything you find.
        C                        F   C             Bb
There's braille for the deaf and signposts for the blind.
        C                            F     C             Bb
There's heaven for the cruel but the devil waits for the kind. Este arreglo es la interpretación propia de quien lo aportó y se comparte para estudio privado, educación y uso no comercial. La canción, la letra y la música subyacentes siguen siendo propiedad de sus titulares de derechos. Para solicitar una retirada, consulta Aviso legal.