Chords for American Murder Song - Johnny (Official Lyrics Video)
Tempo:
119.05 bpm
Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[A]
Out in the wood where the children play, the children play, the children play
Out in the wood where the children play, the cock crows every morning
All of the boys in their skeleton suits had gathered round a mound of fruit
Muddy the cross, as black as their boot, planted and bloodied and warning
The pale little bonnets they tried to keep, they tried to keep, they tried to keep
The pale little bonnets they tried to keep, the cock crows every morning
Tell us, oh brothers, what does not sleep?
The flies and dirt the crosses keep, small is the grave and none to keep
Who are we brothers here mourning?
Lair, oh lair, Johnny can't be saved
Quiet Johnny, quiet Johnny, quiet crib
See the boys made his hand a spade, his hand a spade, his hand a spade
See the boys made his hand a spade, the cock crows every morning
They fell in a heap to claw the mud, they biter their knees with seeds and wood
Shoveled until the ground broke like poop with all the blue flies forming
Johnny can't be saved
Where is quiet Johnny, quiet crib?
Lair, oh lair, is quiet Johnny, quiet Johnny can't be saved
[D] Where is quiet [A] Johnny, quiet Johnny, quiet crib?
Poked at the grave till it bared its bones, it bared its bones, it bared its bones
Poked at the grave till it bared its bones, the cock crows every morning
The finchers and meadowlocks, owl and lamb, the twisted beaks and pies of tin
Feathers as red as an Indian's skin, savage and devil-warring
Lair, oh lair, is quiet Johnny, quiet [Dm] Johnny [A] can't be saved
Where is quiet Johnny, quiet Johnny, quiet crib?
Johnny was quiet and odd and grim and odd and grim and odd and grim
None of us do ever talk to him, the cock crows every morning
Out in the wood where the children play, the children play, the children play
Out in the wood where the children play, the cock crows every morning
All of the boys in their skeleton suits had gathered round a mound of fruit
Muddy the cross, as black as their boot, planted and bloodied and warning
The pale little bonnets they tried to keep, they tried to keep, they tried to keep
The pale little bonnets they tried to keep, the cock crows every morning
Tell us, oh brothers, what does not sleep?
The flies and dirt the crosses keep, small is the grave and none to keep
Who are we brothers here mourning?
Lair, oh lair, Johnny can't be saved
Quiet Johnny, quiet Johnny, quiet crib
See the boys made his hand a spade, his hand a spade, his hand a spade
See the boys made his hand a spade, the cock crows every morning
They fell in a heap to claw the mud, they biter their knees with seeds and wood
Shoveled until the ground broke like poop with all the blue flies forming
Johnny can't be saved
Where is quiet Johnny, quiet crib?
Lair, oh lair, is quiet Johnny, quiet Johnny can't be saved
[D] Where is quiet [A] Johnny, quiet Johnny, quiet crib?
Poked at the grave till it bared its bones, it bared its bones, it bared its bones
Poked at the grave till it bared its bones, the cock crows every morning
The finchers and meadowlocks, owl and lamb, the twisted beaks and pies of tin
Feathers as red as an Indian's skin, savage and devil-warring
Lair, oh lair, is quiet Johnny, quiet [Dm] Johnny [A] can't be saved
Where is quiet Johnny, quiet Johnny, quiet crib?
Johnny was quiet and odd and grim and odd and grim and odd and grim
None of us do ever talk to him, the cock crows every morning
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ Out in the wood where the children play, the children play, the children play
Out in the wood where the children play, the cock crows every morning
All of the boys in their skeleton suits had gathered round a mound of fruit
Muddy the cross, as black as their boot, planted and bloodied and warning
The pale little bonnets they tried to keep, they tried to keep, they tried to keep
The pale little bonnets they tried to keep, the cock crows every morning
Tell us, oh brothers, what does not sleep?
The flies and dirt the crosses keep, small is the grave and none to keep
Who are we brothers here mourning?
Lair, oh lair, _ _ _ _ _ _ Johnny can't be saved
Quiet _ _ _ _ _ _ Johnny, quiet Johnny, quiet crib
See the boys made his hand a spade, his hand a spade, his hand a spade
See the boys made his hand a spade, the cock crows every morning
They fell in a heap to claw the mud, they biter their knees with seeds and wood
Shoveled until the ground broke like poop with all the blue flies forming
Johnny _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ can't be saved _
Where is quiet _ _ _ _ Johnny, quiet crib?
Lair, oh lair, is quiet Johnny, _ quiet Johnny can't be saved _
_ _ [D] _ Where is quiet [A] Johnny, quiet Johnny, quiet crib?
Poked at the grave till it bared its bones, it bared its bones, it bared its bones
Poked at the grave till it bared its bones, the cock crows every morning
The finchers and meadowlocks, owl and lamb, the twisted beaks and pies of tin
Feathers as red as an Indian's skin, savage and devil-warring
_ Lair, oh lair, is quiet Johnny, quiet [Dm] Johnny [A] can't be saved
Where _ is quiet _ Johnny, quiet _ Johnny, quiet crib?
Johnny was quiet and odd and grim and odd and grim and odd and grim
None of us do ever talk to him, the cock crows every morning _ _ _ _ _
_ Out in the wood where the children play, the children play, the children play
Out in the wood where the children play, the cock crows every morning
All of the boys in their skeleton suits had gathered round a mound of fruit
Muddy the cross, as black as their boot, planted and bloodied and warning
The pale little bonnets they tried to keep, they tried to keep, they tried to keep
The pale little bonnets they tried to keep, the cock crows every morning
Tell us, oh brothers, what does not sleep?
The flies and dirt the crosses keep, small is the grave and none to keep
Who are we brothers here mourning?
Lair, oh lair, _ _ _ _ _ _ Johnny can't be saved
Quiet _ _ _ _ _ _ Johnny, quiet Johnny, quiet crib
See the boys made his hand a spade, his hand a spade, his hand a spade
See the boys made his hand a spade, the cock crows every morning
They fell in a heap to claw the mud, they biter their knees with seeds and wood
Shoveled until the ground broke like poop with all the blue flies forming
Johnny _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ can't be saved _
Where is quiet _ _ _ _ Johnny, quiet crib?
Lair, oh lair, is quiet Johnny, _ quiet Johnny can't be saved _
_ _ [D] _ Where is quiet [A] Johnny, quiet Johnny, quiet crib?
Poked at the grave till it bared its bones, it bared its bones, it bared its bones
Poked at the grave till it bared its bones, the cock crows every morning
The finchers and meadowlocks, owl and lamb, the twisted beaks and pies of tin
Feathers as red as an Indian's skin, savage and devil-warring
_ Lair, oh lair, is quiet Johnny, quiet [Dm] Johnny [A] can't be saved
Where _ is quiet _ Johnny, quiet _ Johnny, quiet crib?
Johnny was quiet and odd and grim and odd and grim and odd and grim
None of us do ever talk to him, the cock crows every morning _ _ _ _ _