Mrs Carver

F Mrs. Carver of West Virginia Bb Sole survivor of the quest to end you Bb F Left behind her a letter to find F Said I’m not coming to California Bb And I took the car so I should probably warn you Bb F I left to find her and weather the tide Bb She says blame it on the rolling dice F But when you touched me I was cold as ice Bb Blame it on the country song F The one that made you think we don’t belong Bb F And take another over-under for the souls we’ve wronged F Mrs. Carver of West Virginia Bb Second daughter of a prominent fixture Bb F Pride of Harvard, blight of the bay F Son of silver with a touch for fiction Bb Rushed to print and now in the fifth edition Bb F Trying harder, but can’t write them the same Bb He says blame it on the whiskey train F The pain of all the bills we paid Bb Blame it on the pressure applied F And try to get some rest tonight Bb F Or take a double to spare the trouble of getting it right Bb F 2x F Mrs. Carver of West Virginia Bb Who broke your heart and took the best within you Bb F Left behind her a letter to find F Said I could paint you a perfect picture Bb Of my right to name you with the worst offenders Bb F But the memory of her is getting better with time Bb Like when we drove across the borderline F And said we’d play a different role tonight Bb For all the losers when the game let out F That say they counted on it raining out Bb F And tell the soldier to come on over and let it all out