Our Lady Of MonroeCifra

 

Intro: G 


Verso 1:
            C                      D/F# 
He's out of Newark, a retired detective 
           D                      G 
Tryna lose some of what he'd seen 
                                D 
He had twenty-five years on the streets 
                                 G 
Where the Lord does not intervene 


Verso 2:
 
G                                   D/F# 
Packed his shaving kit into a small suitcase 
            D                         G 
Slipped the rosary off the night shelf 
                          D 
Just the cross remains of his faith 
                        G 
Was all that he had left 



        C        G      D 
And the pale sun of the evening 
                                      G 
Cut through the windshield as he drove 
                             D 
Head south on the Jersey Turnpike 
                     G 
To the Lady of Monroe 


Verso 3:
                 C      G                D 
He and his wife, they'd raised a daughter 
                                          G 
But his job was all he'd ever really known 
    C                        D 
Now she was in southern Indiana 
                      G 
With a family her own 


Verso 4:
 
         C                          D 
As the refinery fields went rushing by 
                                      G 
Thought of his little brown-eyed girl 
          C                              D 
Shooting cans in the river with his old .22 
                            G 
As the summer trees unfurled 



        C        G         D 
And the pale sun of the evening 
                         G 
Slipped down, velvet and low 
         C                      D 
Heard murmured prayers softly rising 
                  G 
To the Lady of Monroe 



Verso 5:
           C             G               D 
His rosary hung from the rear-view mirror 
                                                  G 
A map 'neath the Burger King bag in the front seat 
    C                              D 
His gun's tucked deep in the glove box 
                                                  G 
Another useless tool of his trade he'll never need 


Verso 6:
              C      G        D 
From his desk in the South precinct 
                           G 
He'd walked that dirty mile 
      C                    D 
Well, that was all over now 
                                               G 
He was gonna learn to live, just to live for a while 


   C           G    D 
Virgin Mother, give me peace 
                      G 
Peace I've never known 
          C             G            D 
In the sunlight, lifted hands softly swaying 
                    G 
To our Lady of Monroe 



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