Papa Won‘t Leave You, Henry

Well,this one is in the key of F but is played with a Capo at 
the first fret as far as I can gather. 
 
INTRO: 
 
Capo 
E|-×-|---|---| 
B|-×-|---|---| 
G|-×-|---|---| 
D|-×-|---|-4-| 
A|-×-|---|-3-| 
E|-×-|---|---| 
 
E|-×-|---|---|---| 
B|-×-|---|---|---| 
G|-×-|---|---|---| 
D|-×-|---|---|-4-| 
A|-×-|---|-3-|---| 
E|-×-|---|---|---| 
 
You can get the rhythm from the record. bssically you play the 
top chord above (an Fm) and just slide your 4th finger up one 
fret and back down again in time with the record. 
 
×××××××××××××××× 
 
Fm (same pattern as intro) 
 
I went out walking the other day 
The wind hung wet around my neck 
My head it rung with screams and groans 
From the night I spent amongst her bones 
I past beside the mission house 
Where that mad old buzzard, the reverend, 
Shrieked and flapped about life after your dead 
Well, I thought about my friend, Michel 
How they rolled him in linoleum 
And shot him in the neck 
A bloody halo, like a think-bubble 
Circling his head 
And I bellowed at the firmament 
 
                                 C 
Looks like the rains are hear to stay 
And the rain pissed down upon me 
 
           Bb G#  G   Fm 
And washed me all a - way 
Saying 
 
Fm 
Papa won‘t leave you, Henry 
Papa won‘t leave you, Boy 
Papa won‘t leave you, Henry 
Papa won‘t leave you, Boy 
Well, the road is long 
And the road is hard 
 
                     C 
And many fall by the side 
But Papa won‘t leave you, Henry 
 
          C    Bb  G#  G  Fm 
So there ain‘t no need to cry 
 
Fm 
And I went on down the road 
He went on down the road 
And I went on down the road 
He went on down the road 
 
Repeat above for second verse/chorus 
 
××××× 
 
(at the end of various phrases in this bit Blixa plays two notes 
Bb (3rd string 5th fret) and G# (4th string 6th fret). He puts a 
lot of vibrato on both notes. You can slot them in where 
appropriate. 
 
Fm 
And I came upon a little house 
A little house upon a hill 
And I entered through, the curtain hissed 
Into the house with its blood-red bowels 
Where wet-lipped women with greasy fists 
Crawled the ceilings and the walls 
They filled me full of drink 
And led me round the rooms 
Naked and cold and grinning 
Until everything went black 
And I came down spinning 
I awoke so drunk and full of rage 
That I could hardly speak 
A fag in a whale-bone corset 
Draping his dick across my cheek 
And its into the shame 
And its into a guilt 
And its into the ing fray 
And the walls ran red around me 
A warm arterial spray 
Saying 
Papa won‘t leave you, Henry 
Papa won‘t leave you, Boy 
Papa won‘t leave you, Henry 
Papa won‘t leave you, Boy 
Well, the night is dark 
And the night is deep 
And its jaws are open wide 
But Papa won‘t leave you, Henry 
So there ain‘t no need to cry 
 
Repeat verse/chorus structure over the last verse/chorus.