Cooksferry Queen
Richard Thompson
(transcribed by phillip@princeton.edu)

               F
Well there?s a house in an alley

In the squats and low rise
     C
Of a town with no future
           Dm              Bb
But that?s where my future lies
       F
It?s a secret but no secret

It?s a rule but no rule
          C
Where you find the darkest avenue
             Dm                 Bb
There you?ll find the brightest jewel

       F (Bb F)             (Bb F)
Now my name is Mulvaney
        F (Bb F)            (Bb F)
And I?m known quite famously
       C
People speak my name in whispers
     Dm                      Bb
What higher praise can there be?
        F (Bb F)             (Bb F)
But I?d trade my fine mohair
        F (Bb F)             (Bb F)
For tie-dyes and faded jeans
       C
If she wanted me some other way
         Dm         Bb
She?s my Cooksferry Queen

            F (Bb F)              (Bb F)
She gave me one pill to get bigger
            F (Bb F)              (Bb F)
She gave me one pill to get small
      F (Bb F)                      (Bb F)
I saw snakes dancing all around her feet
         F (Bb F)                   (Bb F)
And Dead men coming through the wall

             Dm             F      (Bb F)
Well I?m the prince of this parish
          Dm                     F     (Bb F)
I?ve been ruthless and I?ve been mean
        Dm                   F
But she blew my mind and she opened my eyes
         Dm         Bb
She?s my Cooksferry Queen

          F
She?s got every rare perfection
All her looks beyond compare
          C
She?s got dresses that seem to float in the wind
    Dm                      Bb
Pre-Raphaelite curls in her hair
          F (Bb F)              (Bb F)
She could get the lame to walking
          F (Bb F)              (Bb F)
She could get the blind to see
          F (Bb F)
She could make wine out of Thames river water
          Dm                     Bb
She could make a believer out of me

        F (Bb F)       F (Bb F)
Yes I?d trade it all tomorrow
        F (Bb F)           F (Bb F)
All the wicked things I?ve been
         C
She?s my bright jewel of the alley
         Dm         Bb
She?s my Cooksferry Queen

(Repeat last chorus)