Chords for Boots Electric - Swallowed By The Night (Live)
Tempo:
108.9 bpm
Chords used:
F#
B
C#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Hi, I'm Boots Electric of Boots Electric, and I'm going to play you a Hillbilly number
from the old Deep South called Swallowed by the Night, and it's a true story.
[F#]
[B] [F#]
[C#]
[F#] [B] [F#]
[C#] [F#]
There are women in my life [B] who get swallowed [F#] by the night.
They are faceless to me as I [C#] am to them.
[F#] I am troubled in the night [B] by the thoughts of [F#] my own life,
and my spirit's [C#] sinking and my [F#] faith is stained.
I'd [B] rather be in Yonge Valley [F#] where the fuel they make is fine,
where [B] sleep they never seem to catch me [C#] anywhere.
[F#] So the sun begins to rise up [B] now, but still I see [F#] no light,
and I fear the rays of hope will [C#] never shine.
The [F#] devil, he is creeping near, and [B] he whispers in [F#] my ear,
telling me he'll give [C#] me all that [F#] I desire.
[F#] [C#]
[B] [F#] [B]
[F#] [C#] [F#]
I'd [B] rather be in Yonge Valley [F#] where the fuel they make is fine,
where [B] sleep they never seem to catch me [C#] anywhere.
[F#] So the sun begins to rise up now, [B] but still I see [F#] no light,
and I fear the rays of hope will [C#] never shine.
[F#] The devil, he is creeping near, [B] and he whispers [F#] in my ear,
telling me he'll [C#] give me all that [F#] I desire.
Telling me he'll give [C#] me all that I [F#] [B] desire.
[F#]
from the old Deep South called Swallowed by the Night, and it's a true story.
[F#]
[B] [F#]
[C#]
[F#] [B] [F#]
[C#] [F#]
There are women in my life [B] who get swallowed [F#] by the night.
They are faceless to me as I [C#] am to them.
[F#] I am troubled in the night [B] by the thoughts of [F#] my own life,
and my spirit's [C#] sinking and my [F#] faith is stained.
I'd [B] rather be in Yonge Valley [F#] where the fuel they make is fine,
where [B] sleep they never seem to catch me [C#] anywhere.
[F#] So the sun begins to rise up [B] now, but still I see [F#] no light,
and I fear the rays of hope will [C#] never shine.
The [F#] devil, he is creeping near, and [B] he whispers in [F#] my ear,
telling me he'll give [C#] me all that [F#] I desire.
[F#] [C#]
[B] [F#] [B]
[F#] [C#] [F#]
I'd [B] rather be in Yonge Valley [F#] where the fuel they make is fine,
where [B] sleep they never seem to catch me [C#] anywhere.
[F#] So the sun begins to rise up now, [B] but still I see [F#] no light,
and I fear the rays of hope will [C#] never shine.
[F#] The devil, he is creeping near, [B] and he whispers [F#] in my ear,
telling me he'll [C#] give me all that [F#] I desire.
Telling me he'll give [C#] me all that I [F#] [B] desire.
[F#]
Key:
F#
B
C#
F#
B
C#
F#
B
Hi, I'm Boots Electric of Boots Electric, and I'm going to play you a Hillbilly number
from the old Deep South called Swallowed by the Night, and it's a true story.
[F#] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _ _
_ There are women in my life [B] who get swallowed [F#] by the night.
They are faceless to me as I [C#] am to them.
_ [F#] I am troubled in the night [B] by the thoughts of [F#] my own life,
and my spirit's [C#] sinking and my [F#] faith is stained.
I'd [B] rather be in Yonge Valley [F#] where the fuel they make is fine,
where [B] sleep they never seem to catch me [C#] anywhere.
_ [F#] So the sun begins to rise up [B] now, but still I see [F#] no light,
and I fear the rays of hope will [C#] never shine.
The [F#] devil, he is creeping near, and [B] he whispers in [F#] my ear,
telling me he'll give [C#] me all that [F#] I desire. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _
_ [B] _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ [F#] _ _
I'd [B] rather be in Yonge Valley [F#] where the fuel they make is fine,
where [B] sleep they never seem to catch me [C#] anywhere. _
_ [F#] So the sun begins to rise up now, [B] but still I see [F#] no light,
and I fear the rays of hope will [C#] never shine.
[F#] The devil, he is creeping near, [B] and he whispers [F#] in my ear,
telling me he'll [C#] give me all that [F#] I desire.
_ Telling me he'll give [C#] me all that I [F#] [B] desire.
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
from the old Deep South called Swallowed by the Night, and it's a true story.
[F#] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _ _
_ There are women in my life [B] who get swallowed [F#] by the night.
They are faceless to me as I [C#] am to them.
_ [F#] I am troubled in the night [B] by the thoughts of [F#] my own life,
and my spirit's [C#] sinking and my [F#] faith is stained.
I'd [B] rather be in Yonge Valley [F#] where the fuel they make is fine,
where [B] sleep they never seem to catch me [C#] anywhere.
_ [F#] So the sun begins to rise up [B] now, but still I see [F#] no light,
and I fear the rays of hope will [C#] never shine.
The [F#] devil, he is creeping near, and [B] he whispers in [F#] my ear,
telling me he'll give [C#] me all that [F#] I desire. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _
_ [B] _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ [F#] _ _
I'd [B] rather be in Yonge Valley [F#] where the fuel they make is fine,
where [B] sleep they never seem to catch me [C#] anywhere. _
_ [F#] So the sun begins to rise up now, [B] but still I see [F#] no light,
and I fear the rays of hope will [C#] never shine.
[F#] The devil, he is creeping near, [B] and he whispers [F#] in my ear,
telling me he'll [C#] give me all that [F#] I desire.
_ Telling me he'll give [C#] me all that I [F#] [B] desire.
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _