C Em7 She was from Haiti, fair brown and intense F C I don’t think she’d ever known about innocence C C/B C/A C/G F Bb F I was playin’ a show in Miami in the theater of mystery. C Em7 Told her about Jesus, told about the rain F C She told me about the vision, told me about the pain C C/B C/A C/G F Bb F That had risen from the ashes and abided in her memory. C Em7 Was she a virtuous woman? I really can’t say F C Something about her said trust me anyway. C C/B C/A C/G F Bb F As the days turned to minutes and the minutes turned back into hours. C Em7 I pretended to be sleeping and he thought I was F C But I was only paying attention like a rattlesnake does C C/B C/A C/G F Bb F When he’s hearin’ footsteps trampling on the flowers. F G C F And that Caribbean wind still blows from Mexico to Curaçao, C/E F G From Chinatown to the furnace of desire. F G C F And them distant ships of liberty on the iron waves so bold and free, C/E F G C C4 Bringing everyone that's near to me closer to the fire. C Em7 Well, our shadows move closer til they touched on the floor, F C The Prodigal Son’s waiting close to the door, C C/B C/A C/G F Bb F Preaching up sanity, he’s waiting for the night to arrive. C Em7 He was well connected, but her heart was a snare F C She had left him to die in there, C C/B C/A C/G F Bb F But I knew I could get him out while he still was alive. C Em7 Stars on my balcony, flies buzz my head, F C Ceiling fan’s broken, there’s heat in my bed C C/B C/A C7/G F Bb F Street band playin' "Nearer My God To Thee" C Em7 She looked into my eyes, I hear the mission bells ring, F C She said "I know what you're thinking, but there ain't a thing C C/B C/A C/G F Bb F You can do about it, so you might as well let it be" F G C F When the Caribbean wind still blows from Mexico to Curaçao, C/E F G From Chinatown to the furnace of desire. F G C F And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free, C/E F Am G C C4 Bringing everything that ever was close to me closer to the fire. C Em7 Atlantic City by the cruel sea, F C I hear a voice crying "Daddy", I always think it's for me, C C/B C/A C/G F Bb F But it's only the silence in the buttermilk hills that calls, C Em7 Every new messenger bringin’ evil report F C About armies that are rioting, those fuses are short [?] C C/B C/A C/G F Bb F And them ugly gargoyles and hate words written on walls C Em7 Would I have married her? I don't know I suppose, F C She had bells in her braids and fire in her clothes. C C/B C/A C/G F Bb F But the curtain was rising, like they say, the show must go on C Em7 Then I felt it come over me, some kind of gloom, F C I was going to say "Come on with me, I got plenty of room" C C/B C/A C/G F Bb F But I knew I'd be lyin', and besides she'd already gone. F G C F And them Caribbean wind still blows from Curaçao to Mexico, C/E F G From Chinatown to the furnace of desire. F G C F And them distant ships of liberty on iron waves so bold and free, C/E F G C C4 Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire. C Em7 F C C C/B C/A C/G F Bb F C Em7 F C C C/B C/A C/G F Bb F
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