Standard (EADGBE)

Sweet girl in the diamond cut dress

 She's the queen of the broken hearts

I'm going to milk that poison tongue

 And go blind in the lovers' march

Who you calling on?

Who's callin' you?

I'm soaked in kerosene

 This is no gentleman's blues

 Emptied a pocket full of pennies

Wading in the well

Hoping that my hook scraped your tooth

 In a city that was hung by that old devil moon

I scaled a steet called St. You

Baby bled on all my keys

 She set my strings ablaze

Saying 'sweetheart you ask too many questions

 It's never just a pretty face

Who you callin' on?

Who's callin' you?

They might say love has a tigger finger

They might call me a fool

Keep on keeping your love captive

In them hollow tombs

I'm still swingin'

 On the cross of St. You