Chords for DAYS OF PEARLY SPENCER by David McWilliams - extensive slideshow
Tempo:
105.4 bpm
Chords used:
Em
Am
Dm
C
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
A tenement, a [Em] dirty street, walked and worn by shoeless [A] feet, in silence long and so complete,
[C] watched by a shivering [G] sun.
[A] Old eyes in a small child's face, [Em] watching as the shadows race, through [Am] walls and cracks
and leave no [C] trace, and daylight's [G] brightness shine.
[Dm]
[Em] The days of [Am] early Spencer, [Dm]
ah, [Em] erased [Am] almost.
Nose pressed hard on frosted [E] glass, gazing as a swollen mass, [A] on concrete fields where
grows no [C] grass, stumbles [G] blindly on.
[A] Iron trees smother the air, [Em] 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] early Spencer,
[Dm] [Em]
erased [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 one.
[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] early Spencer, [Dm] ah, [Em] erased [Am] almost run.
The [Dm]
[Em] days [Am] of early Spencer, [Dm]
[Em] erased [Am] almost run.
[Dm] [N]
[C] watched by a shivering [G] sun.
[A] Old eyes in a small child's face, [Em] watching as the shadows race, through [Am] walls and cracks
and leave no [C] trace, and daylight's [G] brightness shine.
[Dm]
[Em] The days of [Am] early Spencer, [Dm]
ah, [Em] erased [Am] almost.
Nose pressed hard on frosted [E] glass, gazing as a swollen mass, [A] on concrete fields where
grows no [C] grass, stumbles [G] blindly on.
[A] Iron trees smother the air, [Em] 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] early Spencer,
[Dm] [Em]
erased [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 one.
[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] early Spencer, [Dm] ah, [Em] erased [Am] almost run.
The [Dm]
[Em] days [Am] of early Spencer, [Dm]
[Em] erased [Am] almost run.
[Dm] [N]
Key:
Em
Am
Dm
C
G
Em
Am
Dm
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_ _ A tenement, a [Em] dirty street, walked and worn by shoeless [A] feet, in silence long and so complete,
[C] watched by a shivering [G] sun.
_ _ [A] Old eyes in a small child's face, [Em] watching as the shadows race, through [Am] walls and cracks
and leave no [C] trace, and daylight's [G] brightness shine.
_ _ [Dm] _
_ _ _ [Em] _ The days of [Am] early Spencer, _ _ _ _ _ [Dm]
ah, _ _ [Em] _ _ erased [Am] almost.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Nose pressed hard on frosted [E] glass, gazing as a swollen mass, [A] on concrete fields where
grows no [C] grass, stumbles [G] blindly on.
_ [A] Iron trees smother the air, [Em] 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] early Spencer, _ _
_ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
erased [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 one.
_ [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] early Spencer, _ _ _ _ [Dm] ah, _ _ _ [Em] _ erased [Am] almost run.
The _ _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ days [Am] of early Spencer, _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ erased [Am] almost run.
_ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ A tenement, a [Em] dirty street, walked and worn by shoeless [A] feet, in silence long and so complete,
[C] watched by a shivering [G] sun.
_ _ [A] Old eyes in a small child's face, [Em] watching as the shadows race, through [Am] walls and cracks
and leave no [C] trace, and daylight's [G] brightness shine.
_ _ [Dm] _
_ _ _ [Em] _ The days of [Am] early Spencer, _ _ _ _ _ [Dm]
ah, _ _ [Em] _ _ erased [Am] almost.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Nose pressed hard on frosted [E] glass, gazing as a swollen mass, [A] on concrete fields where
grows no [C] grass, stumbles [G] blindly on.
_ [A] Iron trees smother the air, [Em] 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] early Spencer, _ _
_ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
erased [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 one.
_ [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] early Spencer, _ _ _ _ [Dm] ah, _ _ _ [Em] _ erased [Am] almost run.
The _ _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ days [Am] of early Spencer, _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ erased [Am] almost run.
_ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _