Chords for Creek Sessions: Tyler Childers - Purgatory
Tempo:
72.55 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
D
Em
Bbm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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I was 18 years old, I fell madly, truly, and deeply in love with a 24-year-old Catholic girl from Ohio.
And not long after we met and started courting, she broke up with me.
At the time, I was like, how could she do this to me?
And then I turned 24, and I look back at 18-year-olds, and I was like, how could she do that to herself for so long?
But I grew up in a free-will Baptist family, and it was the first time I'd really spent a lot of time around anyone who was Catholic.
It was the first time I'd ever heard of anything called purgatory, and to an 18-year-old free-will Baptist heathen, purgatory sounded alright.
Because all of a sudden, there was a fighting chance where there wasn't one.
So [Bbm] she broke up with me in a true Ohio fashion.
She broke up with me over biscuits and gravy to Bob Evans.
So I'm a Cracker Barrel man now.
[G]
I'm not bitter about it, and I don't care.
I didn't write this for her, I wrote it for purgatory.
It's called Purgatory.
[Em] [G]
Will you pray for [C] me?
When the roots of the oak and the ribcage [G] are fading.
If I [C] can think, Lord knows that I will finally [G] pray for you.
[D] High on the hill where the [C] foxhorns blowin' down, in the grave where they lay [G] me low.
Catholic girl, pray for me, you're my only hope for heaven.
[C] When I was a boy, I'd drink and love and [G] smoke and snort my fill.
[C] But all the while, I kept in mind the [G] Lord's redeeming grace.
[D] High on the hill [G] where the foxhorns blowin' down, in the city where the heathens go.
Catholic girl, pray for me, you're my only hope for heaven.
[C]
[G] [C]
[G] [D] You reckon he lets [G] free-will boys mope around in purgatory?
[C] I know that hell is just as real as I [G] am surely breathing.
[C] But I've heard tales of the middle ground I [G] think will work for me.
[D] When the time has come for [C] changing worlds, I'll hedge my bets with a [G] Catholic girl.
Catholic girl, pray for me, you're my only hope for heaven.
[Em]
[G] [C]
[G] [N] [D]
And not long after we met and started courting, she broke up with me.
At the time, I was like, how could she do this to me?
And then I turned 24, and I look back at 18-year-olds, and I was like, how could she do that to herself for so long?
But I grew up in a free-will Baptist family, and it was the first time I'd really spent a lot of time around anyone who was Catholic.
It was the first time I'd ever heard of anything called purgatory, and to an 18-year-old free-will Baptist heathen, purgatory sounded alright.
Because all of a sudden, there was a fighting chance where there wasn't one.
So [Bbm] she broke up with me in a true Ohio fashion.
She broke up with me over biscuits and gravy to Bob Evans.
So I'm a Cracker Barrel man now.
[G]
I'm not bitter about it, and I don't care.
I didn't write this for her, I wrote it for purgatory.
It's called Purgatory.
[Em] [G]
Will you pray for [C] me?
When the roots of the oak and the ribcage [G] are fading.
If I [C] can think, Lord knows that I will finally [G] pray for you.
[D] High on the hill where the [C] foxhorns blowin' down, in the grave where they lay [G] me low.
Catholic girl, pray for me, you're my only hope for heaven.
[C] When I was a boy, I'd drink and love and [G] smoke and snort my fill.
[C] But all the while, I kept in mind the [G] Lord's redeeming grace.
[D] High on the hill [G] where the foxhorns blowin' down, in the city where the heathens go.
Catholic girl, pray for me, you're my only hope for heaven.
[C]
[G] [C]
[G] [D] You reckon he lets [G] free-will boys mope around in purgatory?
[C] I know that hell is just as real as I [G] am surely breathing.
[C] But I've heard tales of the middle ground I [G] think will work for me.
[D] When the time has come for [C] changing worlds, I'll hedge my bets with a [G] Catholic girl.
Catholic girl, pray for me, you're my only hope for heaven.
[Em]
[G] [C]
[G] [N] [D]
Key:
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C
D
Em
Bbm
G
C
D
I was 18 years old, I fell madly, truly, and deeply in love with a 24-year-old Catholic girl from Ohio.
And not long after _ we met and started courting, she broke up with me.
At the time, I was like, how could she do this to me?
And then I turned 24, and I look back at 18-year-olds, and I was like, how could she do that to herself for so long?
_ _ But I grew up in a free-will Baptist family, and it was the first time I'd really spent a lot of time around anyone who was Catholic.
It was the first time I'd ever heard of anything called purgatory, and to an 18-year-old free-will Baptist heathen, purgatory sounded alright.
Because all of a sudden, there was a fighting chance where there wasn't one.
So [Bbm] she broke up with me in a true Ohio fashion.
She broke up with me over biscuits and gravy to Bob Evans.
_ So I'm a Cracker Barrel man now.
[G] _ _
I'm not bitter about it, and I don't care.
I didn't write this for her, I wrote it for purgatory.
It's called Purgatory. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ [G] _
_ _ Will you pray for [C] me?
When the roots of the oak and the ribcage [G] are fading.
_ If I [C] can think, Lord knows that I will finally [G] pray for you.
_ [D] High on the hill where the [C] foxhorns blowin' down, in the grave where they lay [G] me low.
Catholic girl, pray for me, you're my only hope for heaven. _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] When I was a boy, I'd drink and love and [G] smoke and snort my fill.
_ [C] But all the while, I kept in mind the [G] Lord's redeeming grace.
_ _ [D] High on the hill [G] where the foxhorns blowin' down, in the city where the heathens go.
Catholic girl, pray for me, you're my only hope for heaven. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [D] You reckon he lets [G] free-will boys mope around in purgatory? _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] I know that hell is just as real as I [G] am surely breathing.
_ [C] But I've heard tales of the middle ground I [G] think will work for me.
_ [D] When the time has come for [C] changing worlds, I'll hedge my bets with a [G] Catholic girl.
Catholic girl, pray for me, you're my only hope for heaven. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ [G] _ [N] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
And not long after _ we met and started courting, she broke up with me.
At the time, I was like, how could she do this to me?
And then I turned 24, and I look back at 18-year-olds, and I was like, how could she do that to herself for so long?
_ _ But I grew up in a free-will Baptist family, and it was the first time I'd really spent a lot of time around anyone who was Catholic.
It was the first time I'd ever heard of anything called purgatory, and to an 18-year-old free-will Baptist heathen, purgatory sounded alright.
Because all of a sudden, there was a fighting chance where there wasn't one.
So [Bbm] she broke up with me in a true Ohio fashion.
She broke up with me over biscuits and gravy to Bob Evans.
_ So I'm a Cracker Barrel man now.
[G] _ _
I'm not bitter about it, and I don't care.
I didn't write this for her, I wrote it for purgatory.
It's called Purgatory. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ [G] _
_ _ Will you pray for [C] me?
When the roots of the oak and the ribcage [G] are fading.
_ If I [C] can think, Lord knows that I will finally [G] pray for you.
_ [D] High on the hill where the [C] foxhorns blowin' down, in the grave where they lay [G] me low.
Catholic girl, pray for me, you're my only hope for heaven. _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] When I was a boy, I'd drink and love and [G] smoke and snort my fill.
_ [C] But all the while, I kept in mind the [G] Lord's redeeming grace.
_ _ [D] High on the hill [G] where the foxhorns blowin' down, in the city where the heathens go.
Catholic girl, pray for me, you're my only hope for heaven. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [D] You reckon he lets [G] free-will boys mope around in purgatory? _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] I know that hell is just as real as I [G] am surely breathing.
_ [C] But I've heard tales of the middle ground I [G] think will work for me.
_ [D] When the time has come for [C] changing worlds, I'll hedge my bets with a [G] Catholic girl.
Catholic girl, pray for me, you're my only hope for heaven. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ [G] _ [N] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _