The current song that is out there on cowpie is missing some chords
so it doesn't sound right.Ê Here are the correct chords.Ê Without a
capo. Ê Ê 'Lydia' written by Karen Poston.
DÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ GÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ BmÊÊÊ A
Lydie lit a cigarette today,
DÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ GÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ BmÊÊÊ A
Ancient fumbling fingers in her way
ÊÊAÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ GÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ BmÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ AÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ
From a forty year old coffee cup she sipped a bit of
ÊÊÊBmÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ AÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ G
Closed her eyes and let the memories in.
She lives in the old place all alone,
Keeps in touch with neighbours by the phone,
Grows herbs on the graves of her firstborn and his
And the coal trucks never bother her.
DÊ BmÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ AÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ G
Oh Lydie, let him go. the boy is gone,
BmÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ AÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ GÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ
Her mother struggled as she tore him from her arms,
DÊ BmÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ AÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ GÊ
Oh Lydia, your tears are heaven's rain,
BmÊÊÊÊÊ AÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ G
But she never was the same.
A cotton dress and satin shoes,
Indian summer sun, dressed in amber hues,
Spending time with a coal miner's son,
To an old time fiddle tune,
The months went by just like a breeze that year,
They wed in June, and by the fall the boy was here,,
Word come down from big stone, there's a fire in the
And eleven men they couldn't find.
She watched them pull him from the hole,
The overalls he wore were blackened by the smoke,
Lydie twice had had this dream and twice it had come
And when she saw his father's boots she knew.
Lydie lit a cigarrette today ( repeat first verse)