Gillian Welch  Caleb Meyer
Transcribed by Gemma Andrews gemma_andrews@hotmail.com


(Am)Caleb Meyer he lived alone
In them hollering (G)pines
And he made a little whiskey (D)for himself
Said it helped to pass the (Am)time 


Long one evening in back of my house
Caleb come (G)around
And he called my name 'til (D)I went out
With no one else (Am)around


Caleb Meyer your ghost is gonna
Wear them rattling (G)chains
But when I go to (D)sleep at night
Don't you call my (Am)name


Where's your husband, Nellie Cane
Where's your darlin' (G)gone?
Did he go on down the (D)mountainside
And leave you all a(Am)lone?


Yes my husband's gone to Bowling Green
To do some business (G)there
And Caleb threw that (D)bottle down
And grabbed my by my (Am)hair



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He threw me in the needle bed
Across my dress he (G)lay
Then he pinned my hands a(D)bove my head
And I commenced to (Am)pray


I cried my God I am your child
Send your angels (G)down
Then feeling with my (D)fingertips
The bottle neck I (Am)found


I drew that glass across his neck
Fine as any (G)blade
Then I felt his blood pour (D)fast and hot
Around me as I (Am)laid


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