Anais Mitchell - Of A Friday Night Chords
Tempo:
189.8 bpm
Chords used:
E
B
Bm
C#
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[B]
[E] [A]
[Bm]
[E] [C#m]
[Bm]
Just [E] across [C#] from the [Bm] hospital, still [E] inside of [Bm] the red lights, a couple [E] blocks from the [C#] Orthodox [Bm] Church, that's where the [E] old poet [C#] lived.
[Bm] In his [E]
eyeglasses, [C#] in his [Bm]
necktie, at the [E] window
[C#] looking [Bm] down, on the [E] young men [F#] [Bm] passing by, on [E] the fullness [C#] of the town.
[B] Full of them good time gamblers, full of [G] their restless [C#]
wives, [B] full of them midnight riders, out in the corridor on a Friday night, out in the brightness of a [E] Friday
[B] night.
[A]
[E] [Bm]
And the big [E] horns [C#] blowed, and the pianos [Bm] played, and the [E] music rose [C#] to the old [Bm] man's ears.
I guess [E] those [C#] were the olden [Bm] days, I guess [E] [C#] those were the golden years.
Cause now [E] the town is empty, [B] empty as a mirror, [A] empty as the harbor [E] and the barber's chair.
Where [G] did the old poet go?
[A]
Asked [B] around,
[E] nobody [C#]
knew.
[E]
[B]
[D]
[A] [C#m] [C#]
[F#] [E]
[B]
[A] [E]
[F#] Maybe [E] I [C#] came too [Bm] early, maybe [E] I came [F#] too late.
[Bm]
I'm waiting in the shadows [E] of the [F#] scaffolds of the old cafes where you told [E] me to wait.
[F#]
[Bm] And I've got [E] this lingering [C#] [Bm] feeling, it's [B] like I slipped [F#] between the fingers [B] of the century.
[F#] I know [B] you know, [E]
[B]
I'll be a good time gambler, I'll be [D] a restless [A] wife.
[C#m]
[B] I'll be a midnight rider, out in the [E] corridor on a Friday night.
[B] Call me a good [A] [E] time gambler, [B] call [D] me a [C#m] restless wife.
[B]
[A] Call me a [E] midnight [B] rider, out [A] in the [E] corridor on a Friday night.
[B]
Out in [A] the brightness [E] of a Friday night.
[D#] Call [A] me the brightness [E] of a Friday [C#]
night.
[B] [D#] [G]
[A] [C#]
[B] [D] [C#m]
[E] [B]
[E]
[N]
[E] [A]
[Bm]
[E] [C#m]
[Bm]
Just [E] across [C#] from the [Bm] hospital, still [E] inside of [Bm] the red lights, a couple [E] blocks from the [C#] Orthodox [Bm] Church, that's where the [E] old poet [C#] lived.
[Bm] In his [E]
eyeglasses, [C#] in his [Bm]
necktie, at the [E] window
[C#] looking [Bm] down, on the [E] young men [F#] [Bm] passing by, on [E] the fullness [C#] of the town.
[B] Full of them good time gamblers, full of [G] their restless [C#]
wives, [B] full of them midnight riders, out in the corridor on a Friday night, out in the brightness of a [E] Friday
[B] night.
[A]
[E] [Bm]
And the big [E] horns [C#] blowed, and the pianos [Bm] played, and the [E] music rose [C#] to the old [Bm] man's ears.
I guess [E] those [C#] were the olden [Bm] days, I guess [E] [C#] those were the golden years.
Cause now [E] the town is empty, [B] empty as a mirror, [A] empty as the harbor [E] and the barber's chair.
Where [G] did the old poet go?
[A]
Asked [B] around,
[E] nobody [C#]
knew.
[E]
[B]
[D]
[A] [C#m] [C#]
[F#] [E]
[B]
[A] [E]
[F#] Maybe [E] I [C#] came too [Bm] early, maybe [E] I came [F#] too late.
[Bm]
I'm waiting in the shadows [E] of the [F#] scaffolds of the old cafes where you told [E] me to wait.
[F#]
[Bm] And I've got [E] this lingering [C#] [Bm] feeling, it's [B] like I slipped [F#] between the fingers [B] of the century.
[F#] I know [B] you know, [E]
[B]
I'll be a good time gambler, I'll be [D] a restless [A] wife.
[C#m]
[B] I'll be a midnight rider, out in the [E] corridor on a Friday night.
[B] Call me a good [A] [E] time gambler, [B] call [D] me a [C#m] restless wife.
[B]
[A] Call me a [E] midnight [B] rider, out [A] in the [E] corridor on a Friday night.
[B]
Out in [A] the brightness [E] of a Friday night.
[D#] Call [A] me the brightness [E] of a Friday [C#]
night.
[B] [D#] [G]
[A] [C#]
[B] [D] [C#m]
[E] [B]
[E]
[N]
Key:
E
B
Bm
C#
A
E
B
Bm
_ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ [C#m] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
_ _ Just _ [E] across [C#] from the _ _ [Bm] hospital, _ _ _ _ _ still [E] _ inside of [Bm] the red _ _ _ lights, _ a couple [E] blocks from the [C#] Orthodox _ _ _ [Bm] Church, _ that's where the [E] old poet _ [C#] lived.
_ _ [Bm] In _ _ _ his _ _ [E] _
eyeglasses, [C#] in his _ _ [Bm] _ _
necktie, _ at the [E] window _
_ [C#] looking _ _ _ [Bm] down, _ _ _ _ on the [E] young men [F#] _ _ [Bm] passing _ _ by, _ _ _ on [E] the fullness [C#] _ _ of the _ town.
_ _ [B] Full of them good _ time _ _ _ _ gamblers, _ _ full of [G] their restless _ _ _ _ _ [C#]
wives, _ _ [B] _ full of them _ midnight _ _ _ _ riders, _ _ out in the corridor on a _ Friday _ night, _ _ out in the _ brightness of a [E] Friday _ _ _ _
_ [B] night.
_ _ _ [A] _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
And the big [E] horns _ _ [C#] blowed, and the pianos _ [Bm] played, _ and the [E] music rose [C#] to the old [Bm] man's ears.
_ _ I guess [E] _ those [C#] were the _ olden [Bm] days, _ _ _ _ I guess [E] _ [C#] those were the golden years.
Cause now [E] the town is empty, [B] _ empty as a mirror, _ _ [A] empty as the harbor [E] and the _ _ _ barber's chair. _ _ _
Where _ _ [G] did the old poet go?
_ [A] _ _
_ _ _ Asked [B] around, _
_ [E] _ _ nobody _ _ [C#] _
knew.
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ Maybe [E] I _ [C#] came too _ [Bm] early, _ _ _ _ _ maybe [E] I came [F#] too late.
[Bm] _
I'm waiting in the shadows [E] of the _ [F#] scaffolds of the old cafes _ where you told [E] me to wait.
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ [Bm] And I've got [E] this lingering [C#] _ _ _ [Bm] feeling, _ _ _ _ _ it's [B] like I slipped _ [F#] between the _ fingers _ [B] of the century.
_ _ _ [F#] I know [B] you know, _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ I'll be a good _ time _ gambler, _ _ _ I'll be [D] a _ restless [A] wife.
[C#m] _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ I'll be a midnight _ _ _ rider, _ _ _ out in the [E] corridor on a Friday night.
_ [B] _ _ Call _ me a good [A] _ [E] time _ _ _ _ gambler, [B] _ _ call [D] me a [C#m] restless wife.
_ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ [A] Call me a [E] midnight _ _ _ _ [B] rider, _ out [A] in the _ [E] corridor on a Friday night.
_ _ [B] _ _
Out in [A] the brightness [E] of a Friday _ night.
_ [D#] Call [A] me the _ brightness [E] of a Friday _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _
night. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ [D#] _ _ _ [G] _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [C#m] _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ [C#m] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
_ _ Just _ [E] across [C#] from the _ _ [Bm] hospital, _ _ _ _ _ still [E] _ inside of [Bm] the red _ _ _ lights, _ a couple [E] blocks from the [C#] Orthodox _ _ _ [Bm] Church, _ that's where the [E] old poet _ [C#] lived.
_ _ [Bm] In _ _ _ his _ _ [E] _
eyeglasses, [C#] in his _ _ [Bm] _ _
necktie, _ at the [E] window _
_ [C#] looking _ _ _ [Bm] down, _ _ _ _ on the [E] young men [F#] _ _ [Bm] passing _ _ by, _ _ _ on [E] the fullness [C#] _ _ of the _ town.
_ _ [B] Full of them good _ time _ _ _ _ gamblers, _ _ full of [G] their restless _ _ _ _ _ [C#]
wives, _ _ [B] _ full of them _ midnight _ _ _ _ riders, _ _ out in the corridor on a _ Friday _ night, _ _ out in the _ brightness of a [E] Friday _ _ _ _
_ [B] night.
_ _ _ [A] _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
And the big [E] horns _ _ [C#] blowed, and the pianos _ [Bm] played, _ and the [E] music rose [C#] to the old [Bm] man's ears.
_ _ I guess [E] _ those [C#] were the _ olden [Bm] days, _ _ _ _ I guess [E] _ [C#] those were the golden years.
Cause now [E] the town is empty, [B] _ empty as a mirror, _ _ [A] empty as the harbor [E] and the _ _ _ barber's chair. _ _ _
Where _ _ [G] did the old poet go?
_ [A] _ _
_ _ _ Asked [B] around, _
_ [E] _ _ nobody _ _ [C#] _
knew.
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ Maybe [E] I _ [C#] came too _ [Bm] early, _ _ _ _ _ maybe [E] I came [F#] too late.
[Bm] _
I'm waiting in the shadows [E] of the _ [F#] scaffolds of the old cafes _ where you told [E] me to wait.
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ [Bm] And I've got [E] this lingering [C#] _ _ _ [Bm] feeling, _ _ _ _ _ it's [B] like I slipped _ [F#] between the _ fingers _ [B] of the century.
_ _ _ [F#] I know [B] you know, _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ I'll be a good _ time _ gambler, _ _ _ I'll be [D] a _ restless [A] wife.
[C#m] _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ I'll be a midnight _ _ _ rider, _ _ _ out in the [E] corridor on a Friday night.
_ [B] _ _ Call _ me a good [A] _ [E] time _ _ _ _ gambler, [B] _ _ call [D] me a [C#m] restless wife.
_ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ [A] Call me a [E] midnight _ _ _ _ [B] rider, _ out [A] in the _ [E] corridor on a Friday night.
_ _ [B] _ _
Out in [A] the brightness [E] of a Friday _ night.
_ [D#] Call [A] me the _ brightness [E] of a Friday _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _
night. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ [D#] _ _ _ [G] _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [C#m] _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _
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