Foggy Blossoms (Mechanical Bride)
By the Gourds
Submitted by Gareth Davies (gdavies@btconnect.com)

D5: x00235
Bb7: 113131
E9: 022102

Intro
[Bb7] [D]

[D]Bi-cycles are every[D5]where
[D]Fishbones a dollar, a natural [D5]pair
[E]Mother of sorrows [E9]growing her [E]hair
[Bb7]The foggy blossoms ain’t [D]going nowhere [Bb7] [D]
Blackberries on the belly they [D5]rot
[D]Semen sailin the Hungarian [D5]knot
[E]Yella onions [E9]weepy and [E]hot
[Bb7]Widow’s moons in the [D]sugary pot [Bb7] [D]

Texas tinys they never thought
The rotation or the ring of the rock
Could make the women wantingly mock
The prohibition on cursing the cock
While the temple was under construction
It came down that there was corruption
The landlord told’em detailed instructions
How to build a wagon of destruction

chorus
Said the [D]apple to the [A]snake
Yer er[G]otic forks are [D]fake
Said the goose to the [E]jailer
Yer rel[Bb7]igious awe’s a [D]failure
Said the spider to the [E]candle
[E7]Yer bride is mech[A]anical

Monochromes strumming their bones
Yella bikes high tail it on home
Shoelaces for the superdome
Gots t’ take it to the house
When yer in the red zone
Foggy blossom, mechanical bride
Crocodile eyes open wide
Wild ass sleeps on his side
And he’ll eat anything as long as its fried