Standard (EADGBE)
I was born and running wild, a victim of a woman child
She caused the death of three young men, I killed them all and would again
They tried to touch my sweet Violet
I put them in the ground and there they are yet
And every night I sit and listen why my mind runs
I see her face I hear her voice and nearly come undone
She sings
Chorus
Chico come on home, Chico come on home
Chico come on home, youve been gone way too long
My souls locked in a private hell, my body is in a prison cell
My minds a jungle full of fire, my hearts a dungeon of desire
I kiss these prison walls so cold and wet
Pretending theyre the lips of Violet
And every night I sit and listen why my mind runs
I see her face I hear her voice and nearly come undone
She keeps singing