Chords for Ben Howard Towing the Line Edgefield 9.22.18
Tempo:
96.125 bpm
Chords used:
C
F
Bb
Dm
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Dm] Telling a lie, [Bb] telling a [F] lie, [C]
telling a lie, baby, [A]
baby.
[Bb] Telling a lie, [F] baby, baby.
[C] [Dm] Like always, [Bb] she's pulling the [F] line.
But [C] you've been [Dm] caught,
[Bb]
throwing the line.
I watched her [F] hold a string called the wine,
and now [C] she rambles through the who and who of [Dm] night.
The [Bb] old man is a painter of tired [F] seascapes,
titled Adventure, so my [C] mind wanders,
picking at the table to cure the [Dm] wrong.
Like a [Bb] bird in a world with no trees,
you will [F] hum up there in your disbelief.
I know I'm [C] a hard rock to drag [Dm] her out.
Love [Bb] is in the early [F] morning,
my [Dm] shadow's [C] under the trees,
not in the [Dm] cacorded [G] ashes,
[F] floating down from the [C] rookery.
Down here [Bb] I'll crow for [F] you,
you crow for [C] me.
Down [Bb] here I'll crow [F] for you,
you crow for [C] me.
[Bb] Pulling the line,
I watched her [F] hold a string called the wine,
and here I [C] am, firing through a drop of [Dm] anything.
[Bb] Throwing stones at your window,
you turn to [F] me as if it was simple.
Why [C] can't you be like the blackbird
[Dm] and sing?
I say I'm [Bb] the Westerlies in Ireland,
so [F] decadent, so violent.
Can't you [C] see I'm a forager,
clawing [Dm] at the bedrock.
[Bb] Love is in the early [F] mornings,
and [Dm] the shadow's under [C] the trees,
not [Dm] in the [G] cacorded ashes,
[F] floating down from the [C] rookery.
Down [Bb] here I'll crow for you,
[F] you crow for [C] me.
Down here [Bb] I'll crow for [F] you,
you crow [C] for me.
Down here [Bb] I'll crow [F] for you,
you crow [C] for me.
[Bb]
[F] You crow for me.
[C]
You [Bb] crow for me.
[F]
[C] [Bb] You crow [F] for [C]
me.
You [Gm] [F]
[C]
[Bb] crow for me.
[F] [C] [Bb]
[F] [C]
[C]
[N]
telling a lie, baby, [A]
baby.
[Bb] Telling a lie, [F] baby, baby.
[C] [Dm] Like always, [Bb] she's pulling the [F] line.
But [C] you've been [Dm] caught,
[Bb]
throwing the line.
I watched her [F] hold a string called the wine,
and now [C] she rambles through the who and who of [Dm] night.
The [Bb] old man is a painter of tired [F] seascapes,
titled Adventure, so my [C] mind wanders,
picking at the table to cure the [Dm] wrong.
Like a [Bb] bird in a world with no trees,
you will [F] hum up there in your disbelief.
I know I'm [C] a hard rock to drag [Dm] her out.
Love [Bb] is in the early [F] morning,
my [Dm] shadow's [C] under the trees,
not in the [Dm] cacorded [G] ashes,
[F] floating down from the [C] rookery.
Down here [Bb] I'll crow for [F] you,
you crow for [C] me.
Down [Bb] here I'll crow [F] for you,
you crow for [C] me.
[Bb] Pulling the line,
I watched her [F] hold a string called the wine,
and here I [C] am, firing through a drop of [Dm] anything.
[Bb] Throwing stones at your window,
you turn to [F] me as if it was simple.
Why [C] can't you be like the blackbird
[Dm] and sing?
I say I'm [Bb] the Westerlies in Ireland,
so [F] decadent, so violent.
Can't you [C] see I'm a forager,
clawing [Dm] at the bedrock.
[Bb] Love is in the early [F] mornings,
and [Dm] the shadow's under [C] the trees,
not [Dm] in the [G] cacorded ashes,
[F] floating down from the [C] rookery.
Down [Bb] here I'll crow for you,
[F] you crow for [C] me.
Down here [Bb] I'll crow for [F] you,
you crow [C] for me.
Down here [Bb] I'll crow [F] for you,
you crow [C] for me.
[Bb]
[F] You crow for me.
[C]
You [Bb] crow for me.
[F]
[C] [Bb] You crow [F] for [C]
me.
You [Gm] [F]
[C]
[Bb] crow for me.
[F] [C] [Bb]
[F] [C]
[C]
[N]
Key:
C
F
Bb
Dm
G
C
F
Bb
_ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ Telling a lie, _ _ [Bb] telling _ a [F] lie, _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
telling a lie, baby, _ [A] _
baby.
_ _ [Bb] _ Telling a lie, _ _ [F] baby, _ baby.
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] Like always, _ _ _ _ [Bb] she's pulling _ _ _ the [F] line. _ _
_ But [C] you've been _ _ _ [Dm] caught,
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
throwing the line.
I watched her [F] hold a string called the wine,
and now [C] she rambles through the who and who of [Dm] night. _ _ _
The [Bb] old man is a painter of tired [F] seascapes,
titled Adventure, so my [C] mind wanders,
picking at the table to cure the [Dm] wrong. _ _
_ Like a [Bb] bird in a world with no trees,
you will [F] hum up there in your disbelief.
I know I'm [C] a hard rock to _ drag [Dm] her out. _
_ _ _ Love [Bb] is in the early [F] morning,
my [Dm] shadow's [C] under the trees,
not in the [Dm] _ cacorded [G] ashes,
[F] floating down from the [C] rookery.
Down here [Bb] I'll crow for [F] you,
you crow for [C] me. _ _
_ Down [Bb] here I'll crow [F] for you,
you crow for [C] me. _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ Pulling the line,
I watched her [F] hold a string called the wine,
and here I [C] am, firing through a drop of [Dm] anything. _ _ _
_ [Bb] Throwing stones at your window,
you turn to [F] me as if it was simple.
Why [C] can't you be like the _ blackbird
[Dm] and _ sing?
I say I'm [Bb] the Westerlies in Ireland,
so _ [F] decadent, so violent. _
Can't you [C] see I'm a forager,
_ clawing [Dm] at the bedrock.
_ _ [Bb] Love is in the early [F] mornings,
and [Dm] the shadow's under [C] the trees,
not [Dm] in the _ [G] cacorded ashes, _
[F] floating down from the [C] rookery.
Down [Bb] here I'll crow for you,
[F] you crow for [C] me. _
_ _ Down here [Bb] I'll crow for [F] you,
you crow [C] for me. _ _ _
Down here [Bb] I'll crow [F] for you,
you crow [C] for me.
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
[F] You crow for me.
[C] _ _ _ _
You [Bb] crow _ for me.
[F] _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] You crow [F] for _ _ [C] _
me.
_ You [Gm] _ _ _ [F] _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] crow for me.
_ [F] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
telling a lie, baby, _ [A] _
baby.
_ _ [Bb] _ Telling a lie, _ _ [F] baby, _ baby.
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] Like always, _ _ _ _ [Bb] she's pulling _ _ _ the [F] line. _ _
_ But [C] you've been _ _ _ [Dm] caught,
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
throwing the line.
I watched her [F] hold a string called the wine,
and now [C] she rambles through the who and who of [Dm] night. _ _ _
The [Bb] old man is a painter of tired [F] seascapes,
titled Adventure, so my [C] mind wanders,
picking at the table to cure the [Dm] wrong. _ _
_ Like a [Bb] bird in a world with no trees,
you will [F] hum up there in your disbelief.
I know I'm [C] a hard rock to _ drag [Dm] her out. _
_ _ _ Love [Bb] is in the early [F] morning,
my [Dm] shadow's [C] under the trees,
not in the [Dm] _ cacorded [G] ashes,
[F] floating down from the [C] rookery.
Down here [Bb] I'll crow for [F] you,
you crow for [C] me. _ _
_ Down [Bb] here I'll crow [F] for you,
you crow for [C] me. _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ Pulling the line,
I watched her [F] hold a string called the wine,
and here I [C] am, firing through a drop of [Dm] anything. _ _ _
_ [Bb] Throwing stones at your window,
you turn to [F] me as if it was simple.
Why [C] can't you be like the _ blackbird
[Dm] and _ sing?
I say I'm [Bb] the Westerlies in Ireland,
so _ [F] decadent, so violent. _
Can't you [C] see I'm a forager,
_ clawing [Dm] at the bedrock.
_ _ [Bb] Love is in the early [F] mornings,
and [Dm] the shadow's under [C] the trees,
not [Dm] in the _ [G] cacorded ashes, _
[F] floating down from the [C] rookery.
Down [Bb] here I'll crow for you,
[F] you crow for [C] me. _
_ _ Down here [Bb] I'll crow for [F] you,
you crow [C] for me. _ _ _
Down here [Bb] I'll crow [F] for you,
you crow [C] for me.
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
[F] You crow for me.
[C] _ _ _ _
You [Bb] crow _ for me.
[F] _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] You crow [F] for _ _ [C] _
me.
_ You [Gm] _ _ _ [F] _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] crow for me.
_ [F] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _