Chords for DAVID MCWILLIAMS - The Days Of Pearly Spencer [HQ AUDIO]
Tempo:
105.1 bpm
Chords used:
Em
Am
Dm
C
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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A tenement, a [Em] dirty street, walked and worn by shoeless [A] feet, in silence long and so complete,
watched [C] by a shivering [G] sun.
[Am] Old eyes in a small child's [Em] face, watching as the shadows race, through [A] walls and cracks
and leave no [C] trace, and daylight's [G] brightness shone.
[Dm]
[Em] The days of [Am] Pearly Spencer, [Dm] ah,
[Em] the race is [Am] almost run.
Nose pressed [E] hard on frosted glass, gazing as the swollen mass, [A] on concrete fields where
grows no [C] grass, stumbles [G] blindly on.
[A]
Iron trees smother [Em] the air, but withering they stand and stare, [A] through eyes that neither
know nor care, [C] where the [G] grass is gone.
[Dm] [Em] The days of [Am] Pearly Spencer, [Dm] ah, [Em] the race is [Am] almost run.
Pearly, where's your milk white [Em] skin?
What's that stubble on your chin?
Buried in the rot gut gin, [C] you played and lost, [G] not won.
[Am] You played a house that [Em] can't be beat, now look, your head's bowed in defeat.
[Am] You walked too far along the street, [C] where only rats [G] can run.
[Dm]
[Em] The days of [Am] Pearly Spencer, ah, [Dm]
[Em] the race is [Am] almost run.
[Dm]
[Em] The days of [Am] Pearly Spencer, [Dm]
[Em] the race is [Am] almost run.
[Dm]
[N]
watched [C] by a shivering [G] sun.
[Am] Old eyes in a small child's [Em] face, watching as the shadows race, through [A] walls and cracks
and leave no [C] trace, and daylight's [G] brightness shone.
[Dm]
[Em] The days of [Am] Pearly Spencer, [Dm] ah,
[Em] the race is [Am] almost run.
Nose pressed [E] hard on frosted glass, gazing as the swollen mass, [A] on concrete fields where
grows no [C] grass, stumbles [G] blindly on.
[A]
Iron trees smother [Em] the air, but withering they stand and stare, [A] through eyes that neither
know nor care, [C] where the [G] grass is gone.
[Dm] [Em] The days of [Am] Pearly Spencer, [Dm] ah, [Em] the race is [Am] almost run.
Pearly, where's your milk white [Em] skin?
What's that stubble on your chin?
Buried in the rot gut gin, [C] you played and lost, [G] not won.
[Am] You played a house that [Em] can't be beat, now look, your head's bowed in defeat.
[Am] You walked too far along the street, [C] where only rats [G] can run.
[Dm]
[Em] The days of [Am] Pearly Spencer, ah, [Dm]
[Em] the race is [Am] almost run.
[Dm]
[Em] The days of [Am] Pearly Spencer, [Dm]
[Em] the race is [Am] almost run.
[Dm]
[N]
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A tenement, a [Em] dirty street, walked and worn by shoeless [A] feet, in silence long and so complete,
watched [C] by a shivering [G] sun.
_ _ [Am] Old eyes in a small child's [Em] face, watching as the shadows race, through [A] walls and cracks
and leave no [C] trace, and daylight's [G] brightness shone.
_ _ [Dm] _ _ _
_ [Em] _ The days of [Am] Pearly Spencer, _ _ _ _ [Dm] ah, _ _
_ [Em] _ the race is [Am] almost run.
_ _ _ _ _ Nose pressed [E] hard on frosted glass, gazing as the swollen mass, [A] on concrete fields where
grows no [C] grass, stumbles [G] blindly on.
_ _ [A]
Iron trees smother [Em] the air, but withering they stand and stare, [A] through eyes that neither
know nor care, [C] where the [G] grass is gone. _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ The days of [Am] Pearly Spencer, _ _ _ _ [Dm] ah, _ _ _ [Em] _ the race is [Am] almost run. _ _ _ _
Pearly, where's your milk white [Em] skin?
What's that stubble on your chin?
Buried in the rot gut gin, [C] you played and lost, [G] not won.
_ _ [Am] You played a house that [Em] can't be beat, now look, your head's bowed in defeat.
[Am] You walked too far along the street, [C] where only rats [G] can run.
_ _ [Dm] _ _ _
_ [Em] The days of [Am] Pearly Spencer, _ _ _ ah, [Dm] _ _ _
_ [Em] _ the race is [Am] almost run.
_ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _
_ [Em] _ The days of [Am] Pearly Spencer, _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _
_ [Em] _ the race is [Am] almost run.
_ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
A tenement, a [Em] dirty street, walked and worn by shoeless [A] feet, in silence long and so complete,
watched [C] by a shivering [G] sun.
_ _ [Am] Old eyes in a small child's [Em] face, watching as the shadows race, through [A] walls and cracks
and leave no [C] trace, and daylight's [G] brightness shone.
_ _ [Dm] _ _ _
_ [Em] _ The days of [Am] Pearly Spencer, _ _ _ _ [Dm] ah, _ _
_ [Em] _ the race is [Am] almost run.
_ _ _ _ _ Nose pressed [E] hard on frosted glass, gazing as the swollen mass, [A] on concrete fields where
grows no [C] grass, stumbles [G] blindly on.
_ _ [A]
Iron trees smother [Em] the air, but withering they stand and stare, [A] through eyes that neither
know nor care, [C] where the [G] grass is gone. _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ The days of [Am] Pearly Spencer, _ _ _ _ [Dm] ah, _ _ _ [Em] _ the race is [Am] almost run. _ _ _ _
Pearly, where's your milk white [Em] skin?
What's that stubble on your chin?
Buried in the rot gut gin, [C] you played and lost, [G] not won.
_ _ [Am] You played a house that [Em] can't be beat, now look, your head's bowed in defeat.
[Am] You walked too far along the street, [C] where only rats [G] can run.
_ _ [Dm] _ _ _
_ [Em] The days of [Am] Pearly Spencer, _ _ _ ah, [Dm] _ _ _
_ [Em] _ the race is [Am] almost run.
_ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _
_ [Em] _ The days of [Am] Pearly Spencer, _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _
_ [Em] _ the race is [Am] almost run.
_ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
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