Lydia
by Slaid Cleaves
From Broke Down
(Karen Poston)

Chords transcribed by Warren Owen ( wozza@altcountrytab.com )
From the AltCountryTab.com website which rather surprisingly
can be found at www.altcountrytab.com

Notes:  Chords are actual, but you may prefer to play with a capo on 3rd
and play C F Am G etc

Intro D# G# Cm A#

[D#]Lydie lit a [G#]cigarette to[Cm]day [A#]
[D#]Ancient fumbling [G#]fingers in her [Cm]way [A#]
From a [G#]forty-year-old [Cm]coffee cup she [A#]sipped a bit of [G#]gin
[Cm]Closed her [A#]eyes and let the [G#]memories in

[D#]She lives in the [G#]old place all [Cm]alone [A#]
[D#]Keeps in touch with [G#]neighbours by the [Cm]phone [A#]
Grows [G#]roses on the [Cm]graves of her [A#]first born and his [G#]father
[Cm]And the [A#]coal trucks never [G#]bothered her

[D#]Oh, [Cm]Lydie let him [A#]go, the boy is [G#]gone
[Cm]Her mother [A#]struggled as she [G#]tore him from her arms
[D#]Oh, [Cm]Lydia, your [A#]tears are heaven's [G#]rain
[Cm]But she [A#]never was the [G#]same

[D#]A cotton [G#]dress and satin [Cm]shoes[A#]
[D#]Indian [G#]summer sun, [Cm]dressed in amber [A#]hues
[G#]Spending [Cm]time with a [A#]coal miner's [G#]son
[Cm]To an [A#]old-time fiddle [G#]tune

[D#]The months blew [G#]by just like a [Cm]breeze that [A#]year
[D#]They wed in [G#]June and by the [Cm]fall the boy was [A#]here
[G#]Word come down from [Cm]big stone, there's a [A#]fire in the [G#]mine
[Cm]And [A#]eleven men they [G#]couldn't find

[D#]Oh, [Cm]Lydie let him [A#]go, the boy is [G#]gone
[Cm]Her mother [A#]struggled as she [G#]tore him from her arms
[D#]Oh, [Cm]Lydia, your [A#]tears are heaven's [G#]rain
[Cm]But she [A#]never was the [G#]same

{instrumental over verse chords}

[D#]She watched them [G#]pull him from the [Cm]hole [A#]
[D#]The overalls [G#]he wore were [Cm]blackened by the [A#]smoke
[G#]Lydie twice [Cm]had this dream and [A#]twice it had come [G#]true
[Cm]And when she [A#]saw his father's [G#]boots she knew

[D#]Oh, [Cm]Lydie let him [A#]go, [G#]boy is gone
[Cm]Her mother [A#]struggled as she [G#]tore him from her arms
[D#]Oh, [Cm]Lydia, your [A#]tears are heaven's [G#]rain
[Cm]But she [A#]never was the [G#]same

[D#]Lydie lit a [G#]cigarette to[Cm]day [A#]
[D#]Ancient fumbling [G#]fingers in her [Cm]way [A#]
From a [G#]forty-year-old [Cm]coffee cup she [A#]sipped a bit of [G#]gin
[Cm]Closed her [A#]eyes and let the [G#]memories in [Cm]