verse 1
Am G
Wild flowers grew out her backdoor
Am
Down the hill and to the road
G
Where young men came to pick them
Am
And to others they would go
Dm Am
Watching trough a dusty window
E7 Am
Sometimes from dusk til dawn
Dm Am
Waiting for the man she favored
E7 Am
But he never came to call
C
Bitterweeds were all her garden grew
Am
I guess she always knew
C G
Bitterweeds were all she had
Am
To look forward to
verse 2
Am G
Her neighbors said she was crazy
Am
'Cause she stared when they walked by
G
They say she wore a black rose
Am
But they never asked her why
Dm Am
There were rumors never denied
E7 Am
Growing tall like her grass
Dm Am
Gossips said she was widowed
E7 Am
Talked 'bout a love from her past
repeat Chorus
C
Bitterweeds were all her garden grew
Am
I guess she always knew
C G
Bitterweeds were all she had
Am
To look forward to
verse 3
Am G
Last Monday, church bells were ringing
Am
Down the hill six men walked slow
G
She finally left that cabin
Am
Taking secrets that she knows
Dm Am
Watching through a dusty window
E7 Am
Sometimes from dusk til dawn
Dm Am
Waiting for the man she favored
E7 Am
But he never came to call
repeat Chorus
C
Bitterweeds were all her garden grew
Am
I guess she always knew
C G
Bitterweeds were all she had
Am
To look forward to