transcription from jonimitchell.com
The Magdalene Laundries
Guitar chords transcribed by Sue McNamara
Tuning: BF#BEAE "Joni" Tuning: B75557
Here are the basic chord shapes for this song. Play around with these for a while and you'll get the song!! |||*||9 ******7 |||*||2 |||*||4 ||||||9 ***||| |||||| ***||| ***||| ***||| |||||| |||||| |||||| |||||| |||||| I was an unmarried girl I'd just turned twenty-seven When they sent me to the sisters For the way men looked at me. Branded as a jezebel, I knew I was not bound for Heaven I'd be cast in shame Into the Magdalene laundries. Most girls come here pregnant Some by their own fathers. Bridget got that belly By her parish priest. We're trying to get things white as snow, All of us woe-begotten-daughters, In the streaming stains Of the Magdalene laundries. Prostitutes and destitutes And temptresses like me-- Fallen women-- Sentenced into dreamless drudgery ... Why do they call this heartless place Our Lady of Charity? Oh charity! These bloodless brides of Jesus, If they had just once glimpsed their groom, Then they'd know, and they'd drop the stones Concealed behind their rosaries. They wilt the grass they walk upon. They leech the light out of a room. They'd like to drive us down the drain At the Magdalene laundries. Peg O'Connell died today. She was a cheeky girl, A flirt They just stuffed her in a hole! Surely to God you'd think at least some bells should ring! One day I'm going to die here, too, And they'll plant me in the dirt Like some lame bulb That never blooms come any spring, Come any spring, No, not any spring ... © 1994 Crazy Crow Music, all rights reserved.
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