Chords for DOOMTREE: A Hundred Fathers

[F#m] _ _ [A] _ _ [B] _ _ [D] _ _
[F#m] _ _ [A] _ _ [B] _ _ [D] _ [F#m]
Now this new jack is hitting [A] the old road, going for [B] broke, [F#] wrangling wild [D] horses with
[F#] my toes in the rope.
[A] Holding a smoke, I lay back and enjoy the [B] drag.
I may be broke, [D] praise the fact that I employ the [F#m] flag.
Burners off rates [A] make it hard to watch the road [B] sometimes.
Looking for a place [D] to stay in barbershops with open [F#m] signs.
Soaked in wine, [A] booze, smoke, and wisdom.
[B] Now I'm in the right [D] mood to hold [F#] the rhythm.
[A] Or hold some wholesome women.
Pick up [B] the old six string and write [D] a song for [F#] Folsom Prison.
[F#m] But I never shot a [A] man and I never been to Reno.
[B] Guess I'm better off the man [D] with plans of heading towards [F#] Toledo.
There's a bed under this [A] monster, _ [B] who wears the [A] heads of a hundred [F#] fathers.
And lets the [A] thunder kisses [B] waterworks.
Night stalker walking dead [A] with all the [F#] offers.
There's a bed under this [A] monster, _ [B] who wears the [A] heads of a hundred [F#m] fathers.
And lets the [A] thunder kisses waterworks.
[B] Night stalker walking dead [D] with all the offers.
[F#m] My rudders [A] locked for the evening.
Ship [B] still sailing.
[D] Crushing in the docks while I'm [F#m] sleeping.
Don't mock the [A] meaning and I won't stop [B] dreaming.
While I'm off beating more [D] than I can fit my mouth around.
[F#] This town is lost and [A] gleaning.
Often feeding [B] on its own young.
So [Bm] what's the cost of fleeing if you [F#m] don't run?
Now no [A] one is as beautiful [B] as the rainy season [D] making love to a funeral.
[F#m] For the dead dreamer [A] and the slave driver.
[B] This is Cicelotta [D] forever.
Fever for the [F#m] cave lifers and the [A] stage divers and [B] cage fighters.
_ [D] _
[F#m] Like this oat [A] sleeps in the acorn.
[B] That goat [D] sleeps in the [F#] newborn.
[F#m] I slit the [A] throats to keep my cave [B] warm in hopes to keep the [D] true form somber.
[F#] There's a bed under this [A] monster, _ [B] who wears the [A] heads of a hundred [F#m] fathers.
And lets the [A] thunder kisses [B] waterworks.
Night stalker walking [F#m] dead with all the offers.
There's a bed under this [A] monster, _ [B] who wears the [D] heads of a [F#m] hundred fathers.
And lets the [A] thunder kisses [B] waterworks.
Night stalker walking [D] dead.
[F#] _
This house is [A] haunted.
It was built over [B] buried axes.
This couch [Bm] I'm on it.
Still sober, [F#m] barely active.
Carry [A] gaskets.
This summer calling [B] dead weight.
They're of the fallen [D] type.
Eat and go before the [F#m] bread fades.
My head aches and it [A] pains me to medicate it.
[B] But until I learn to [D] brave the road alone, I'll stay [F#m] dedicated.
If my bed is [A] made with an audience in [B] mind, it'll most likely [D] fly beyond.
With the fist of [F#m] time.
I don't miss the finer [A] things in life anymore.
[B] Designer rings with [D] just knives.
Ready for the [F#m] kills.
Ready for the [A] score.
How many whore [B] their skill.
How many warm [D] their soul.
With the will of an [F#] author.
There's a [A] bed under this monster, [B] who wears [A] the heads of a hundred [F#m] fathers.
And lets the thunder kisses [B] waterworks.
Night stalker walking [E] dead with all the [F#m] offers.
There's a bed under [A] this monster, _ [B] who wears [A] the heads of a hundred [F#m] fathers.
And lets the thunder [A] kisses [B] waterworks.
Night stalker walking [D] dead with all the offers.
[F#] This oak [A] sleeps in the acorn.
[B] That ghost [E] sleeps in [A] the newborn.
[F#m] I slit the [A] throats to keep my cave [B] warm.
And hope it keeps the truth warm.
[A] Summer.
[F#] This oak [A] sleeps in the acorn.
[B] That ghost [D] sleeps in [A] the newborn.
[F#m] I slit [A] the throats to keep my cave [B] warm.
And hope it [D] keeps the truth warm.
[F#m] _ [A] _ _ [B] _ _ [D] _ _ [F#m] _ _ [A] _ _ [C#] _ _ _ [F#] _
_ [A] _ _ _ [B] _ [F#m] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ [B] _ _ [D] _ [F#m] _ _