Mistress Of The Salmon Salt Quicklime Girl

 
              
Intro: ( F Gm  Bb C  F Gm ) x2  D Db  C Bb  Gm 
 
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In the garden district, where the plants grow strong and tall 
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Behind the bush there lurks a girl, who makes them strong and tall 
 
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They just call her, Quicklime Girl, behind her back,   Quicklime Girl 
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Behind the bush,  Quicklime Girl, she's the mistress of the salmon salt 
 C        Bb/C   C/Bb      Bb     C/A     Bb/A   Gm 
Quicklime Girl, Quicklime Girl, Quicklime Girl 
 
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In the fall when plants return, by harvest time, she knows the score 
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Ripe and ready to the eye, but rotten somehow to the core 
 
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And they call her, Quicklime Girl, behind her back,   Quicklime Girl 
               F Gm C       Bb               D  
Behind the bush,  Quicklime Girl, she's the mistress of the salmon salt 
 C        Bb/C   C/Bb      Bb     C/A     Bb/A   Gm 
Quicklime Girl, Quicklime Girl, Quicklime Girl 
 
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A harvest of life, or harvest of death, one body of life, one body of death 
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And when you've gone and choked to death, with laughter and a little step 
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 I'll prepare the quicklime, friend, for your ripe and ready grave 
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For your ripe and ready grave 
 
Solo:   ( Gm C#7-5  Cm Bb ) x2  C Eb D7 Gm 
Solo: ( F Gm  Bb C  F  Gm ) x2  D Db  C Bb  Gm 
 
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It's springtime now and cares subside, and the planting's almost done 
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And fertile graves, it seems, exist, within a mile of that juke joint 
 
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Where Coast Guard crews still take their leave, quite listless in the sun 
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And the Quicklime Girl still plies her trade, reduction of the many from the one 
 
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And they call her, Quicklime Girl, behind her back,   Quicklime Girl 
               F Gm C       Bb                    D  
Behind the bush,  Quicklime Girl, well she's the mistress of the salmon salt 
 C        Bb/C   C/Bb      Bb     C/A     Bb/A   Gm 
Quicklime Girl, Quicklime Girl, Quicklime Girl 
 
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A harvest of life, a harvest of death, resumes its course each day 
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 It comes as if by schedule, a harvest of limbs, of arms and of legs 
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The toes that crawl, and the knees that jerk, and neck like swans that seem to turn  
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 As if inclined to grasp or pray 
 
Outro:  ( Gm C#m-5 Cm Bb ) x4  C Eb D7 Gm