The Forgiven Chords by David Ramirez
Tempo:
124 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
F
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[C]
[Am] [G]
[C]
They love me for being honest.
They love me [G] for being [C] myself.
But the minute I mention Jesus,
They want me [G] to go [F] to hell.
[C] And it's hard to find the balance
When I [G] don't believe in [C] one.
When you mix art with business,
You're just shooting [G] an empty [F] gun.
[Am] You're just a songwriter, [C] you ain't a preacher.
[F] We [C] came to mourn you, [G] not to look in the mirror.
[Am] Sing about those hard times, [C] sing about those [F] women.
We [C] love the broken, [G] not the [C] forgiven.
[Am] [G] [C]
And these songs will only take me
As far as [G] the people [C] will go.
If I can't make them happy,
Well then they [G] won't come to [F] my shows.
[C] Maybe that's what killed
All [Am] the great [G] voices in [C] the world.
Always bleeding for every line,
But no one was bleeding [G] in [F] return.
[Am] You're just a [F] songwriter, you [C] ain't a preacher.
[F] We [C] came to mourn [G] you, not to look in the [Am] mirror.
Sing about those hard [F] times, sing [C] about those women.
[F] We [C] love the [G] broken, not the forgiven.
[Am]
[F] [Am]
[G]
[Am] Sing about hard [F] times, sing [C] about those women.
[F] We [C] love the broken, [G] not the forgiven.
[C] [G]
[C]
[N]
[Am] [G]
[C]
They love me for being honest.
They love me [G] for being [C] myself.
But the minute I mention Jesus,
They want me [G] to go [F] to hell.
[C] And it's hard to find the balance
When I [G] don't believe in [C] one.
When you mix art with business,
You're just shooting [G] an empty [F] gun.
[Am] You're just a songwriter, [C] you ain't a preacher.
[F] We [C] came to mourn you, [G] not to look in the mirror.
[Am] Sing about those hard times, [C] sing about those [F] women.
We [C] love the broken, [G] not the [C] forgiven.
[Am] [G] [C]
And these songs will only take me
As far as [G] the people [C] will go.
If I can't make them happy,
Well then they [G] won't come to [F] my shows.
[C] Maybe that's what killed
All [Am] the great [G] voices in [C] the world.
Always bleeding for every line,
But no one was bleeding [G] in [F] return.
[Am] You're just a [F] songwriter, you [C] ain't a preacher.
[F] We [C] came to mourn [G] you, not to look in the [Am] mirror.
Sing about those hard [F] times, sing [C] about those women.
[F] We [C] love the [G] broken, not the forgiven.
[Am]
[F] [Am]
[G]
[Am] Sing about hard [F] times, sing [C] about those women.
[F] We [C] love the broken, [G] not the forgiven.
[C] [G]
[C]
[N]
Key:
C
G
F
Am
C
G
F
Am
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ [G] _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ They love me for being honest.
_ _ They love me [G] for being [C] myself. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ But the minute I mention Jesus, _ _
They want me [G] to go [F] to _ hell.
_ [C] And it's hard to find the _ balance
_ When I [G] don't believe in [C] _ one. _ _
_ _ _ _ When you mix art with business, _
You're just shooting [G] an empty [F] gun. _
_ _ [Am] _ You're just a songwriter, [C] you ain't a preacher.
[F] _ We [C] came to mourn you, [G] not to look in the mirror.
[Am] Sing about those hard times, [C] sing about those [F] women.
We [C] love the broken, [G] _ not the [C] forgiven. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
And these songs will only take me
_ As far as [G] the people [C] will go. _ _ _ _ _
_ If I can't make them happy,
_ Well then they [G] won't come to [F] my shows. _ _
[C] _ Maybe that's what killed
_ All [Am] the great [G] voices in [C] the world. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Always bleeding for every line,
But no one was bleeding [G] in _ [F] _ return. _ _
[Am] _ You're just a [F] songwriter, you [C] ain't a preacher.
[F] We [C] came to mourn [G] you, not to look in the [Am] mirror.
Sing about those hard [F] times, sing [C] about those women.
[F] We [C] love the [G] broken, not the forgiven.
[Am] _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ Sing about hard [F] times, sing [C] about those women.
[F] We [C] love the broken, [G] not the forgiven.
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ [G] _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ They love me for being honest.
_ _ They love me [G] for being [C] myself. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ But the minute I mention Jesus, _ _
They want me [G] to go [F] to _ hell.
_ [C] And it's hard to find the _ balance
_ When I [G] don't believe in [C] _ one. _ _
_ _ _ _ When you mix art with business, _
You're just shooting [G] an empty [F] gun. _
_ _ [Am] _ You're just a songwriter, [C] you ain't a preacher.
[F] _ We [C] came to mourn you, [G] not to look in the mirror.
[Am] Sing about those hard times, [C] sing about those [F] women.
We [C] love the broken, [G] _ not the [C] forgiven. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
And these songs will only take me
_ As far as [G] the people [C] will go. _ _ _ _ _
_ If I can't make them happy,
_ Well then they [G] won't come to [F] my shows. _ _
[C] _ Maybe that's what killed
_ All [Am] the great [G] voices in [C] the world. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Always bleeding for every line,
But no one was bleeding [G] in _ [F] _ return. _ _
[Am] _ You're just a [F] songwriter, you [C] ain't a preacher.
[F] We [C] came to mourn [G] you, not to look in the [Am] mirror.
Sing about those hard [F] times, sing [C] about those women.
[F] We [C] love the [G] broken, not the forgiven.
[Am] _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ Sing about hard [F] times, sing [C] about those women.
[F] We [C] love the broken, [G] not the forgiven.
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _