Florence Nightingale

D G Well, I went in for some medicine A Feelin' like a wounded soldier, deathly pale D G And a woman did come to my bedside A A regular Florence Nightingale D G But my girlfriend just wasn't having the comparison A So I back-pedaled, said "Okay then, how bout Mary Magdalene?" A Anyway, I was reminded of a dream I had G As my confidence came and went A Where all the girls from the nineties D G Were singing "Just Around the Riverbend" D A Bm A G All along the banks of the Arkansas A And I paddled through in a dugout canoe G I was a John Smith cartoon, with a strong jaw D Listen I'm white, middle-class and male And the dream does tell a tale G Of Whiteness dreaming of Whiteness A With a want for wisdom that might tip the scale Bm A Cus my friend and I felt an affinity G With the tribes in the documentary A Gmaj7 That plays on a loop in the backmost wing of the Museum of Natural History A But my imperialist didn't suddenly die He just loosened his tie G A And took a knee and Disneyland never made a man Gmaj7 That's all just false idolatry That's all just false I- A F#m Florence Nightingale G F#m Comes in with a lamp Em7 They say, oh oh D C D Bm On stormy nights when the wound's A Remembering G A Talks to me about that photograph G A Me and my brother on the sidewalk G A Holding squirt guns and squinting in the sun G A That was the summer I was nine Well it's a sunny day A At Sugar Sugar High School G And the quarterback and track star Gmaj7 Are cuttin' class and shootin' pool D A Well this is not to say that they should be in class G Gmaj7 Still why they have to be, such assholes? (Assholes) Bm A It's as if we men just want to be G Picked up sequentially A And held to the breast of a giantess Gmaj7 G Who stands ten miles out at sea A Or, alternatively, we could find success You know really be the best then maybe we could rest Gmaj7 Upon our father's knee A F#m Florence Nightingale G F#m Comes in with a lamp Em7 They say, oh oh D C D Bm On stormy nights when the wound's A Remembering G A Talks to me about that photograph G A Me and my brother on the sidewalk G A Holding squirt guns and squinting in the sun G A That was the summer I was nine G Gmaj7 F#m Mary Magdalene G F#m Em7 Was at Golgotha, they say, oooh D C Bm A She saw the water separate from the blood G A And I look at that painting G A Gmaj7 A Of him hanging so peacefully with Mary by his bleeding side Gmaj7 A That was the summer he was 33 G A D