Song: Deanna

Artist: Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

Album: Tender Pray

Year: 1988

Tabber: [email protected]

Oh Deanna

Oh Deanna!

Oh Deanna

You know you are my friend, yeah

And I ain’t down here for your money

I ain’t down here for your love

I ain’t down here for your love or money

I’m down here for your soul

There’s no carpet on the floor

And the winding cloth holds many moths

Around your Klu-Klux furniture

I come of deaths head in your frock

We discuss the murder plan

We discuss murder and the murder act

Murder takes the wheel of your Cadillac

And death climbs in the back

Oh Deanna

Oh oh Deanna

Sweet Deanna

Oh oh Deanna

Well, this is a car

and this is a gun now

And this a day number one

Oh Deanna

The little crime woven histories

are black and a smoking christmas trees

And honey, it ain’t mystery

Why you’re a mystery to me

We will eat out of their pantries

And their parlours

Ashy leaving in their beds

And we’ll unload into their heads

On this mean season

But this little angel that I squeezing

She ain’t been mean to me

Oh Deanna

Oh Deanna!

Oh Deanna

You are my friend and my partner

On this house on the hill

I ain’t down here for your love or money

I ain’t down here for your love

I’m down here for your soul

Oh Deanna

Oh Deanna

I Am A knocking

With my toolbox and my stocking

Well I’ll meet you on the corner

And you point it like a finger

And squeeze its little things now

I hear it’s kick, hear it’s bang

And let no worry about it’s issue

Don’t worry about where its been

and don’t worry about where it hits

Cause it just ain’t yours to sin

Oh Deanna

No it just ain’t your to sin

Sweet Deanna

I ain’t getting any younger

And I don’t intend gettin’ any older

The sun a hump at my shoulder

Oh Deanna

And I ain’t down here for your money

I ain’t down here for your love

I ain’t down here for your love of money

I’m down here for your soul