D Mary queen of Arkansas, G Bm D Dsus4 it's not too early for dreamin' D Dsus4 D Dsus4 The sky is grown with cloud seed sown and G Bm F#m a bastard's love can be redeeming G A D Dsus4 D Dsus4 Mary, my queen, your soft hulk is reviving G A7 No, you're not too late to desecrate, Dsus4 the servants are just rising Well, I'm just a lonely acrobat, the live wire is my trade I've been a shine boy for your acid brat and a wharf rat of your state Mary, my queen, your blows for freedom are missing You're not man enough for me to hate or woman enough for kissing F#m G The big top is for dreamers, we can Em7 D Dsus4 D take the circus all the way to the border F#m And the gallows wait for martyrs whose G Em7 F#m papers are in order G But I was not born to live to die and A Dsus4 D Dsus4 D you were not born for queenin' G A7 It's not too late to infiltrate, Dsus4 D the servants are just leavin' The big top is for dreamers, we can take the circus all the way to the border And the gallows wait for martyrs whose papers are in order But I was not born to live to die, and you were not born for queenin' It's not too late to infiltrate, the servants are just leavin' Mary, Queen of Arkansas, your white skin is deceivin' You wake and wait to lie in bait and you almost got me believin' But on your bed, Mary, I can see the shadow of a noose I don't understand how you can hold me so tight and love me so damn loose But I know a place where we can go, Mary Where I can get a good job and start out all over again clean I got contacts deep in Mexico where the servants have been seen | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA A7 Bm D Dsus4 Em7 F#m G |