Our Mother The Mountain chords by Townes Van Zandt

Intro:
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Verse 1:
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My lover comes to me with a rose on her bosom
  F       C/E    Am        Dm
The moon's dancin' purple all through her black hair
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And a lady's in waiting she'll stand 'neath my window
    F       C/E     Am      Dm
And the sun will rise soon on the false and the fair
    C   Am     Dm
Sing a-too a-loor-a-lie-o

Verse 2:
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She tells me she comes from my mother the mountain
  F       C/E       Am     Dm
Her skin fits her tightly and her lips do not lie
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She silently slips from her throat a medallion
F     C/E     Am     Dm
Slowly she twirls it in front of my eyes
    C   Am     Dm
Sing a-too a-loor-a-lie-o

Verse 3:
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I watch her, I love her, I long for to touch her
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The satin she's wearin' is shimmering blue
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Outside my window her ladies are sleeping
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My dog's a-gone hunting, the howling is through
    C   Am     Dm
Sing a-too a-loor-a-lie-o

Verse 4:
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So I reach for her hand and her eyes turn to poison
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And her hair turns to splinters and her flesh turns to brine
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She leaps 'cross the room, she stands in the window
  F        C/E       Am    Dm
And screams that my first-born will surely be blind
    C   Am     Dm
Sing a-too a-loor-a-lie-o

Verse 5:
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Then she throws herself out to the black of the nightfall
   F     C/E      Am     Dm
She's parted her lips, but she makes not a sound
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I fly down the stairway and I run to the garden
  F      C/E     Am     Dm
No trace of my true love is there to be found
    C   Am     Dm
Sing a-too a-loor-a-lie-o

Verse 6:
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So walk these hills lightly and watch who you're lovin'
  F     C/E     Am       Dm
By mother the mountain, I swear that it's true
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And love not a woman with hair black as midnight
   F       C/E    Am     Dm
And a dress made of satin all shimmering blue
    C   Am     Dm
Sing a-too a-loor-a-lie-o

Verse 7:
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Oh my lover comes to me with a rose on her bosom
  F       C/E    Am        Dm
The moon's dancing purple all through her black hair
   Dm
And a lady's in waiting, she'll stand 'neath my window
    F       C/E     Am      Dm