NINA SIMONE
Tom Russell

Capo 4


(G) The trains used to (D) run, all across (G) Mexico
Down through the (D) Yucatán, wherever in (G) hell, ya know?
It was down in San (C) Cristóbal, that I first heard the (Bm) sound
Nina's voice on the (C) jukebox,
Spinning darkly a(D)round
And I was so (C) lost down there,
Out of love and (Bm) walking alone
But walking (C) beside me was Nina (G) Simone


Tonight in my dressing room, the teakettle rattles
Waterpipes dripping down on a plate of Spanish apples
Outside in the freight yards, trains they rattle and moan
It's just Hank Williams talking to Nina Simone
Yeah we've been to hell and back,
Where love cuts us right down the bone
But walking beside us was Nina Simone


I've driven your highways and back roads;
I rode your Grey Dog
Through the snow and sleet and hail,
Through the sunlight and fog,
Heard the ravens call morning up;
With their little raw saxophones
But the darkest of ravens was Nina Simone


Yeah we've all been to hell and come back,
Where love cuts us right down the bone
But walking beside us was Nina Simone

The trains used to run, all across Mexico...