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 
 

[Refrão]
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