Chords for Aaron Watson - The Prayer (Official Audio)
Tempo:
107.65 bpm
Chords used:
Abm
B
Dbm
Gb
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Ab]
[Abm]
My mountain is a molehill, my throne's a busted chair.
[Gb] This crown has turned to rust and it's all tangled in my hair.
[Dbm] This high horse that I ride on is gonna buckle at the knee.
[Abm] Upon my castle [B] made of sand I cannot be the [Abm] king of me.
There's the man in white, his words are painted red.
[Gb] There's power in his blood and only truth in what he said.
[Dbm] There's the man in black with a needle in his vein [Abm] lying flat [B] upon his back.
This [Dbm] is the prayer that [Abm] he once prayed.
He said my mountain is a [Ab] molehill, my throne's a busted chair.
[Gb] This crown has turned to rust and it's all tangled in my hair.
[Dbm] This high horse that I ride on is gonna buckle at the knee.
[Abm] Upon my castle [B] made of sand I [Dbm] cannot be the [Abm] king of me.
[Gb] And this harem in my heart is filled with hot metal [Abm] and fool's gold.
[Gb] Once your statue turns to dirt, all that's left in the end [Dbm] is your soul.
God [Ebm] save your soul.
[Abm] [E] [B]
[Abm] [E] [B]
[Abm] [E] [B]
[E] [Abm]
He said shout [E] out of [B] control [Abm] with all [E] your heart [B] and soul.
[Abm] Though this cold [E] world may [B] tear you [E] apart, [Abm]
let the whole world know.
My mountain is a molehill, my throne's a busted chair.
[Gb] This crown has turned to rust and it's all tangled in my hair.
[Dbm] This high horse that I ride on is gonna buckle at the knee.
Upon [Abm] my castle made [B] of sand I cannot be the king [Abm] of me.
My mountain is a molehill, my throne's a busted chair.
[Gb] This crown has turned to rust and it's all tangled in my hair.
[Dbm] This high horse that I ride on is gonna buckle at the knee.
Upon [Abm] my castle made of [B] sand I cannot [Db] be the king [Abm] of me.
Lord I am just [B] a man, I [Dbm] cannot [Gb] be the [Abm] king of me.
[N]
[Abm]
My mountain is a molehill, my throne's a busted chair.
[Gb] This crown has turned to rust and it's all tangled in my hair.
[Dbm] This high horse that I ride on is gonna buckle at the knee.
[Abm] Upon my castle [B] made of sand I cannot be the [Abm] king of me.
There's the man in white, his words are painted red.
[Gb] There's power in his blood and only truth in what he said.
[Dbm] There's the man in black with a needle in his vein [Abm] lying flat [B] upon his back.
This [Dbm] is the prayer that [Abm] he once prayed.
He said my mountain is a [Ab] molehill, my throne's a busted chair.
[Gb] This crown has turned to rust and it's all tangled in my hair.
[Dbm] This high horse that I ride on is gonna buckle at the knee.
[Abm] Upon my castle [B] made of sand I [Dbm] cannot be the [Abm] king of me.
[Gb] And this harem in my heart is filled with hot metal [Abm] and fool's gold.
[Gb] Once your statue turns to dirt, all that's left in the end [Dbm] is your soul.
God [Ebm] save your soul.
[Abm] [E] [B]
[Abm] [E] [B]
[Abm] [E] [B]
[E] [Abm]
He said shout [E] out of [B] control [Abm] with all [E] your heart [B] and soul.
[Abm] Though this cold [E] world may [B] tear you [E] apart, [Abm]
let the whole world know.
My mountain is a molehill, my throne's a busted chair.
[Gb] This crown has turned to rust and it's all tangled in my hair.
[Dbm] This high horse that I ride on is gonna buckle at the knee.
Upon [Abm] my castle made [B] of sand I cannot be the king [Abm] of me.
My mountain is a molehill, my throne's a busted chair.
[Gb] This crown has turned to rust and it's all tangled in my hair.
[Dbm] This high horse that I ride on is gonna buckle at the knee.
Upon [Abm] my castle made of [B] sand I cannot [Db] be the king [Abm] of me.
Lord I am just [B] a man, I [Dbm] cannot [Gb] be the [Abm] king of me.
[N]
Key:
Abm
B
Dbm
Gb
E
Abm
B
Dbm
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _
_ [Abm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
My mountain is a molehill, my throne's a busted chair.
[Gb] This crown has turned to rust and it's all tangled in my hair.
[Dbm] This high horse that I ride on is gonna buckle at the knee.
[Abm] Upon my castle [B] made of sand I cannot be the [Abm] king of me.
_ _ _ _ _ There's the man in white, his words are painted red.
[Gb] There's power in his blood and only truth in what he said.
[Dbm] There's the man in black with a needle in his vein [Abm] lying flat [B] upon his back.
This [Dbm] is the prayer that [Abm] he once prayed. _
_ _ _ He said my mountain is a [Ab] molehill, my throne's a busted chair.
[Gb] This crown has turned to rust and it's all tangled in my hair.
[Dbm] This high horse that I ride on is gonna buckle at the knee.
[Abm] Upon my castle [B] made of sand I [Dbm] cannot be the [Abm] king of me. _ _ _
_ _ [Gb] And this harem in my heart is filled with hot metal [Abm] and fool's gold. _ _
_ _ [Gb] Once your statue turns to dirt, all that's left in the end [Dbm] is your soul.
God [Ebm] save your soul.
[Abm] _ _ [E] _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ [Abm] _ _ [E] _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ [Abm] _ _ [E] _ _ [B] _
_ [E] _ _ [Abm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ He said shout [E] out of [B] control _ [Abm] with all [E] your heart [B] and soul.
[Abm] Though this cold [E] world may [B] tear you [E] apart, [Abm]
let the whole world know. _ _ _
_ _ My mountain is a molehill, my throne's a busted chair.
[Gb] This crown has turned to rust and it's all tangled in my hair.
[Dbm] This high horse that I ride on is gonna buckle at the knee.
Upon [Abm] my castle made [B] of sand I cannot be the king [Abm] of me.
_ My mountain is a molehill, my throne's a busted chair.
[Gb] This crown has turned to rust and it's all tangled in my hair.
[Dbm] This high horse that I ride on is gonna buckle at the knee.
Upon [Abm] my castle made of [B] sand I cannot [Db] be the king [Abm] of me.
_ Lord I am just [B] a man, I [Dbm] cannot [Gb] be the [Abm] king of me. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _
_ [Abm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
My mountain is a molehill, my throne's a busted chair.
[Gb] This crown has turned to rust and it's all tangled in my hair.
[Dbm] This high horse that I ride on is gonna buckle at the knee.
[Abm] Upon my castle [B] made of sand I cannot be the [Abm] king of me.
_ _ _ _ _ There's the man in white, his words are painted red.
[Gb] There's power in his blood and only truth in what he said.
[Dbm] There's the man in black with a needle in his vein [Abm] lying flat [B] upon his back.
This [Dbm] is the prayer that [Abm] he once prayed. _
_ _ _ He said my mountain is a [Ab] molehill, my throne's a busted chair.
[Gb] This crown has turned to rust and it's all tangled in my hair.
[Dbm] This high horse that I ride on is gonna buckle at the knee.
[Abm] Upon my castle [B] made of sand I [Dbm] cannot be the [Abm] king of me. _ _ _
_ _ [Gb] And this harem in my heart is filled with hot metal [Abm] and fool's gold. _ _
_ _ [Gb] Once your statue turns to dirt, all that's left in the end [Dbm] is your soul.
God [Ebm] save your soul.
[Abm] _ _ [E] _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ [Abm] _ _ [E] _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ [Abm] _ _ [E] _ _ [B] _
_ [E] _ _ [Abm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ He said shout [E] out of [B] control _ [Abm] with all [E] your heart [B] and soul.
[Abm] Though this cold [E] world may [B] tear you [E] apart, [Abm]
let the whole world know. _ _ _
_ _ My mountain is a molehill, my throne's a busted chair.
[Gb] This crown has turned to rust and it's all tangled in my hair.
[Dbm] This high horse that I ride on is gonna buckle at the knee.
Upon [Abm] my castle made [B] of sand I cannot be the king [Abm] of me.
_ My mountain is a molehill, my throne's a busted chair.
[Gb] This crown has turned to rust and it's all tangled in my hair.
[Dbm] This high horse that I ride on is gonna buckle at the knee.
Upon [Abm] my castle made of [B] sand I cannot [Db] be the king [Abm] of me.
_ Lord I am just [B] a man, I [Dbm] cannot [Gb] be the [Abm] king of me. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _