Rosanne Cash - Come all you fair and tender ladies

^ACome all ye fair and tender ladies. Be careful how you court young ^Emen. They're like a ^Bmstar^E on a summer's ^Amorning. They'll first a^Eppea^Bmr and ^Ethen they're ^Agone.^Asus4*

^AThey'll tell you some loving story They'll declare to you their love is ^Etrue Then they will ^Bmgo ^E and court some ^Aother And that's the ^Elove^Bm they ^Ehave for ^Ayou ^Asus4*

^ADo you remember our days of courting When your head lay upon my ^Ebreast You could make me ^Bmbelieve^E with falling of your ^Aarm That the sun ^Eros^Bme ^Ein the ^AWest ^Asus4*

^AI wish I was a little sparrow, And I had wings with which to ^Efly Right over to ^Bmsee ^E my false true-^Alover, And when he's ^Etalkin^Bmg ^EI'd be ^Anigh.^Asus4*

^ABut I'm not a little sparrow, I have no wings with which to ^Efly So I sit ^Bmhere^E in grief and ^Asorrow, To weep and ^Epass^Bm my ^Etroubles ^Aby.