Capo 3

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Woman when I’ve raised hell, you’re gonna know it 
            Em                Emadd9               Em11  C       
There won’t be a shadow of doubt    in your bright little mind 
   C                                           G 
No pictures left hangin’ only lonely unpainted nails 
                Em               Emadd9                   Em11 C 
Ah Honey you’ll connect those dots     read the writin’ on the  walls 

C                                                      G 
Woman when I’ve raised hell, heaven knows you’re gonna know it 
              Em            Emadd9                 Em11  C 
Don’t make me rule this home       with the back of my   hand 
            C                                                   G 
Just let me sit alone in this chair, my own make believe little throne 
             Em                  Emadd9                Em11  C 
Ah Honey and collect the thoughts       that’ll help me  to  stand 

G                            C 
Honestly, why can’t you just let it be 
           Em     Emadd9             Em11  C 
And let me quietly       drink myself  to  sleep 
       G                          C 
I said honestly, it’s not what it appears to be 
         Em        Emadd9               EM11     C  
But only memories that ain’t got shit to do  with you 

Woman when I’ve raised hell, you’re gonna know it 
There won’t be a shadow of doubt in your bright little mind 
No pictures left hangin’ only lonely unpainted nails 
Ah Honey you’ll connect those dots read the writtin’ on the wall 

Woman when I’ve raised hell, there won’t be a star left untouched in your sky 
When my lightening crashes across that night 
No shadows of doubt or of turnin’ in that questioning’ little mind 
Just a burnin’ rekindled truth and one single agonizin’ blinding white light 

Cuz honestly, Honey you are the Queen 
But you had better leave or I will be forced to be King 
So now quietly, without questions or screams 
Just gently leave it well enough alone 

Woman when I’ve raised hell, you of all people are gonna know it 
There’ll be nothin’ not nailed down left unturned in this home 
Then your old friend silence will creep back into this pettiest of all places 
He’ll ask you again, “Which is better or for worse, livin’ with me or livin’ with all my ghosts?” 

Honestly, why can’t you just let it be 
And let me quietly drink myself to sleep 
Honestly, it’s not what it appears to be 
But only memories that ain’t got shit to do with you 

Woman when I’ve raised hell, heaven knows you’re gonna know it 
There won’t be a shadow of doubt in your bright little mind 
No pictures left hangin’ only lonely unpainted nails 
Ah Honey you’ll connect those dots read the writin’ on the walls