POTTER'S FIELD

James Michael Taylor

Uploaded March 22, 2011 8:30pm.

Google it: Husband kills boyfriend and wife, then kills self.

POTTER’S FIELD KEY Em Capo @ 3

Em……..(hold) Figure 1 is C G Am Em, Figure 2 is A A Em Em

F 1 - You might as well take me out and stand me up against the wall
F 1 - I don’t want no bandanna, no cigarettes to ease the fall
F 2 - No bandanna, no last cigarette to ease the fall
F 1 - When the bullets hit my body I know how I will feel
F 1 - Since the night you said “Goode-bye” the shots to my heart have been too real
F 2 - Your lies, like snipers bullets, the wounds each day prove that I can still feel
F 2 - I’m a dead man walking into a POTTER’S FIELD
F 1 - And I’ve dumped your boy friend’s body in a habitat of crows
F 1 - A gathering of vultures will not let his body decompose
F 2 - One more minstrel who will never decompose
F 1 - And there will be no gravestone for the thief whose wounds will never heal
F 1 - For his flesh, a putrid liquid, from the heavens will be spilled
F 2 - Like rain from the heavens, his remains will be expelled
F 2 - And vulture shit will rain down on POTTER’S FIELD
F 1 - So I will meet you at a place I will reveal
F 1 - And I’ll put my hands on you and once more you will be real
F 2 - I’ll touch your body and that’s the last thing I will feel
F 2 - And they’ll find me standing over you in the POTTER’S FIELD
F 1 - They’ll find me at your grave, they’ll see the fire, I’ll stand alone
F 1 - They’ll see me there. They’ll see me raise my gun. They’ll raise their own.
F 2 - I’ll go down fighting, fighting for breath
F 1 - And once I draw their fire I’ll know our destiny is sealed
F 1 - And when I raise you up we will be reconciled
F 2 - Two birds with one stone. So the plot is revealed
F 2 - The two of us writhing in a POTTER’S FIELD

Walk up from E to G

G Call it opinions, call it the news
Em Call the reporters, dissect the views
C Call in the sound man, call in the lights.
G Call in the makeup and draw on some eyes.
G The sound of laments, “Oh, isn’t it sad!”
Em “Such a beautiful girl! Such a unfortunate lad!”
C And the vultures will circle the facts they won’t square
G About the fire in the night and the rinse in her hair
G And the music that’s left from the man who went mad
Em He lost his composure, it’s all there on the pad
C The pages of mumbles, the CDs of howls
G And the beds are all made up with washcloths and towels
G And the ring in the bath tub and the hair on the floor
Em And the drip in the sink that he chose to ignore
C And what are you doing? Why do you stare?
G Do you think this is your story? Am I beating you there?
G Do you think you are better as you look down your nose?
Em As you stand by the grave with your one wilted rose
C And the words that you say, you don’t claim that you wrote.
G It’s the other man’s story but you’ve learned to emote
G It’s the hicks and hillbillies that trod the low wage
Em With their heartbreaking nights and their backbreaking days
C They just lack education. If they only could read
G They’d rise above their raisin’. They’d have all that they need
G But the vultures still circle though they’re lacking the facts
Em They just find the hot spot, swoop down and relax/ATTACK
C And they don’t care if you’re dead. They don’t care if you’re alive
G If you’ll just lie still they will peck out your eyes
Back to Figure 1
I’m out here in POTTER’S FIELD.
She was young and blond and pretty
And the lover he was too.
Such a tragedy
There’s not much left.
It’s all been cleaned up.
Everybody’s gone
Back to you.