Scarred By The Devil

Am Am E Am E Am Scarred by the devil with pock mark on cheek. E Am E She sang like an angel with a voice that would Am never keep Am C Am C C And I mourn for her when her spirit rise. And I E Am don't want to go home. Am E Am E Pretty and peculiar. She glowed when dawn turned Am E Am dusk. The light gave off a buzz and the buzz it E Am gave off sparks. Am C Am C C I watched for crying but her eyes were dry. And I E Am don't want to go home. Am E Am E The day before Christmas her dear daddy took Am E Am E flight. She didn't bat her lashes as he walked into Am the night. Am C Am C C She screams for no one because no one is alone. And E Am I don't want to go home. Am E Am E Am I weep without thinking. I quiver at a touch. I E Am E Am will never be her. I wasn't built that tough. Am C Am C She talks without speaking. I don't talk at all. Am C C E Am Oh, when I'm this alone- I don't want to go home. Am C Am C Am History repeats and brings me to my knees. Over my C Am C Am shoulder she's older and older and I'm just a C Am little girl.