Christabel Robert Earl Keen Capo V Intro: (Just a rough interpretation. You should be able to fake your way through) e-------------0--3-------0-----------00------0~---- b-3br~---3p1--1--3-----3---3---------11------0~----
g--------------------2-------2-------00------1~---- d------------------------------0---2-------0------- a--------------------------------3-------2--------- E------------------2------------------------------- Am G Spent seven long days and seven hard nights Dsus2/F# C E7 In a sixty-two Chevy, the broke tail lights Am G An east bound man in a west bound lane Dsus2/F# C E7 A dish-water blond about sixteen Am G Was standin' on the shoulder with a ribbon in her hair Dsus2/F# C E7 Her hand on her hip and her thumb in the air Am G I pulled off the road as she grabbed for the door Dsus2/F# C E7 I knew the wind was cold 'cause I'd seen it all before And I was scared Am G Dsus2/F# Things ain't never what they seem Am C E7 Am E7 Am When you found you livin' in your own dream. The moonlight peeped in behind the clouds Now and again on this godless child The radio was scrambled, cracklin' in the air The ribbon she wore looked old in her hair I saw the moonlight sliver dead on her face I knew it was true she was in the wrong place In the wrong time, in the wrong tale I knew when I'd ask her she'd hiss Christabel Things ain't never what they seem When you found you livin' in your own dream. She was after the man who left her alone No father beside her, her love long time gone And a snake deep inside her a hiss in her head The rest that had been her was dying or dead She'd a taste for young women with pearly white skin she spat on the floor when she spoke of the man who made her like this who had written her tale this medieval maid they called Christabel Things ain't never what they seem When you found you livin' in your own dream. Then she breathed out the story of her lover to be A knight’s shiny armor on a silvery steed Who longed to be worthy so sought the crusade While she waited breath bated in linen brocade But a pair of black eyes wove round her a spell The snake they called Lydia seduced Christabel She cuddled her tender and poisoned her soul She stole her young body and made it her own. Things ain't never what they seem When you found you livin' in your own dream. Now the knight would love Lydia in Christabel's arms And Lydia would have him should they ever return But Lydia was left with the story undone No silvery steed, no castle, no throne Half woman, half serpent, entwined in a spell A bard's blackened fancy this medieval tale And she faded at dawning to burden the beast Deep in the dream of those bound for the east Like me