Chords for Corey Smith - Give Me Healing (Official Audio)
Tempo:
79 bpm
Chords used:
F
C
Dm
Bb
Cm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Dm] I put shades on my eyes, hide my face from the spotlight
I walk the streets with this pack on my back full of books and poetry I write
[Bb] Life's [F] a metaphorical battlefield, [C] this pen is my sword, this book [F] is my shield
And I gain ground on a bench in the park, or on a bench in the park
I go to a cafe downtown, [Bb] but [F] each night when the shades come [Cm] off
I look back on the lines I've crossed [F] and I hang my head
[C] I'm getting better but I ain't there yet, [E] still busting up this brick on [Dm] my shoulder
[F] All my troubles set in stone, they [C] make it hard to carry on
[F] But I've got [C] praying hands [Dm] hanging over a
[F] pillow
Where I lay my [C] broken head at the end of the day
And they give [F] me healing, they give [Dm] me healing
[D] Wheels turn and [F] seasons roll, across the highs and lows
July, hot, January, [Dm] cold
And I pack heaven, cause I got to be ready [D] for whatever weather the wind may blow
[Bb] [F] I've learned a lot from the road behind [Cm] the bridges I've crossed
The mountains I've [F] climbed, the interstate signs
Leading me through each stage in the back of my [Bb] mind
But [F] each night when the curtain [C] falls
I take account of the [F] hours cost and I hang my head
[C] I'm getting closer but I ain't there yet, [E] still busting up this brick on [Dm] my shoulder
[F] All my troubles set in stone, [C] sometimes it's hard to carry on
[F] But I've got [C] praying hands [Dm] hanging over a [F] pillow
Where I lay my broken [C] head at the end of the day
And they give [F] me healing
[Dm] I won't lay my hammer down, [Bb] [F] until they lay me in the ground
I'll keep singing like it's Sunday morning, [Bb] [F] lighting in my Lord
Until [C] these wheels run out of road
[F] I'll be busting up this brick on [Dm] my shoulder
The [F] hammer falls and I see stars, [C] I still want to know what they are
[F] But I've got [C] praying hands [Dm] hanging over a [F] pillow
Where I lay my [Cm] broken head at the end of [F] the day
And they give me healing
They [Dm] give me healing
They give [F] me [Dm] healing
They give [F] me healing
I walk the streets with this pack on my back full of books and poetry I write
[Bb] Life's [F] a metaphorical battlefield, [C] this pen is my sword, this book [F] is my shield
And I gain ground on a bench in the park, or on a bench in the park
I go to a cafe downtown, [Bb] but [F] each night when the shades come [Cm] off
I look back on the lines I've crossed [F] and I hang my head
[C] I'm getting better but I ain't there yet, [E] still busting up this brick on [Dm] my shoulder
[F] All my troubles set in stone, they [C] make it hard to carry on
[F] But I've got [C] praying hands [Dm] hanging over a
[F] pillow
Where I lay my [C] broken head at the end of the day
And they give [F] me healing, they give [Dm] me healing
[D] Wheels turn and [F] seasons roll, across the highs and lows
July, hot, January, [Dm] cold
And I pack heaven, cause I got to be ready [D] for whatever weather the wind may blow
[Bb] [F] I've learned a lot from the road behind [Cm] the bridges I've crossed
The mountains I've [F] climbed, the interstate signs
Leading me through each stage in the back of my [Bb] mind
But [F] each night when the curtain [C] falls
I take account of the [F] hours cost and I hang my head
[C] I'm getting closer but I ain't there yet, [E] still busting up this brick on [Dm] my shoulder
[F] All my troubles set in stone, [C] sometimes it's hard to carry on
[F] But I've got [C] praying hands [Dm] hanging over a [F] pillow
Where I lay my broken [C] head at the end of the day
And they give [F] me healing
[Dm] I won't lay my hammer down, [Bb] [F] until they lay me in the ground
I'll keep singing like it's Sunday morning, [Bb] [F] lighting in my Lord
Until [C] these wheels run out of road
[F] I'll be busting up this brick on [Dm] my shoulder
The [F] hammer falls and I see stars, [C] I still want to know what they are
[F] But I've got [C] praying hands [Dm] hanging over a [F] pillow
Where I lay my [Cm] broken head at the end of [F] the day
And they give me healing
They [Dm] give me healing
They give [F] me [Dm] healing
They give [F] me healing
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[Dm] I put shades on my eyes, hide my face from the spotlight
I walk the streets with this pack on my back full of books and poetry I write
[Bb] Life's [F] a metaphorical battlefield, [C] this pen is my sword, this book [F] is my shield
And I gain ground on a bench in the park, or on a bench in the park
I go to a cafe downtown, [Bb] but [F] each night when the shades come [Cm] off
I look back on the lines I've crossed [F] and I hang my head
[C] I'm getting better but I ain't there yet, [E] still busting up this brick on [Dm] my shoulder _
[F] All my troubles set in stone, they [C] make it hard to carry on
[F] But I've got [C] praying hands [Dm] hanging over a _
[F] pillow
Where I lay my [C] broken head at the end of the day
And they give [F] me healing, _ _ _ _ they give [Dm] me healing
_ _ [D] _ Wheels turn and [F] seasons roll, across the highs and lows
July, hot, January, [Dm] cold
And I pack heaven, cause I got to be ready [D] for whatever weather the wind may blow
[Bb] [F] I've learned a lot from the road behind [Cm] the bridges I've crossed
The mountains I've [F] climbed, the interstate signs
Leading me through each stage in the back of my [Bb] mind
But [F] each night when the curtain [C] falls
I take account of the [F] hours cost and I hang my head
[C] I'm getting closer but I ain't there yet, [E] still busting up this brick on [Dm] my shoulder _
[F] All my troubles set in stone, [C] sometimes it's hard to carry on
[F] But I've got [C] praying hands [Dm] hanging over a [F] pillow
Where I lay my broken [C] head at the end of the day
And they give [F] me healing _ _ _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ I won't lay my hammer down, [Bb] _ _ [F] _ until they lay me in the ground
_ _ _ I'll keep singing like it's Sunday morning, [Bb] [F] lighting in my Lord
Until [C] these wheels run out of road
[F] I'll be busting up this brick on [Dm] my shoulder
The [F] hammer falls and I see stars, [C] I still want to know what they are
[F] But I've got [C] praying hands [Dm] hanging over a _ [F] pillow
Where I lay my [Cm] broken head at the end of [F] the day
And they give me healing
_ _ _ They [Dm] give me healing
_ _ _ _ They give [F] me _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] healing
They _ _ _ give [F] me healing _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Dm] I put shades on my eyes, hide my face from the spotlight
I walk the streets with this pack on my back full of books and poetry I write
[Bb] Life's [F] a metaphorical battlefield, [C] this pen is my sword, this book [F] is my shield
And I gain ground on a bench in the park, or on a bench in the park
I go to a cafe downtown, [Bb] but [F] each night when the shades come [Cm] off
I look back on the lines I've crossed [F] and I hang my head
[C] I'm getting better but I ain't there yet, [E] still busting up this brick on [Dm] my shoulder _
[F] All my troubles set in stone, they [C] make it hard to carry on
[F] But I've got [C] praying hands [Dm] hanging over a _
[F] pillow
Where I lay my [C] broken head at the end of the day
And they give [F] me healing, _ _ _ _ they give [Dm] me healing
_ _ [D] _ Wheels turn and [F] seasons roll, across the highs and lows
July, hot, January, [Dm] cold
And I pack heaven, cause I got to be ready [D] for whatever weather the wind may blow
[Bb] [F] I've learned a lot from the road behind [Cm] the bridges I've crossed
The mountains I've [F] climbed, the interstate signs
Leading me through each stage in the back of my [Bb] mind
But [F] each night when the curtain [C] falls
I take account of the [F] hours cost and I hang my head
[C] I'm getting closer but I ain't there yet, [E] still busting up this brick on [Dm] my shoulder _
[F] All my troubles set in stone, [C] sometimes it's hard to carry on
[F] But I've got [C] praying hands [Dm] hanging over a [F] pillow
Where I lay my broken [C] head at the end of the day
And they give [F] me healing _ _ _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ I won't lay my hammer down, [Bb] _ _ [F] _ until they lay me in the ground
_ _ _ I'll keep singing like it's Sunday morning, [Bb] [F] lighting in my Lord
Until [C] these wheels run out of road
[F] I'll be busting up this brick on [Dm] my shoulder
The [F] hammer falls and I see stars, [C] I still want to know what they are
[F] But I've got [C] praying hands [Dm] hanging over a _ [F] pillow
Where I lay my [Cm] broken head at the end of [F] the day
And they give me healing
_ _ _ They [Dm] give me healing
_ _ _ _ They give [F] me _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] healing
They _ _ _ give [F] me healing _ _ _ _ _ _
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