Chords for Empty (Ray LaMontagne cover)
Tempo:
80.65 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
Bm
F#
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G]
[D]
[D]
[Bm]
[G] She lifts her skirt up to her knees, walks to the garden rows with her [D] bare feet laughing.
I never [G] learned to count my blessings, I choose instead to dwell on [D] my disasters.
I [Bm] walk on down the hill, [F#] through grass grown tall and brown [G] and still,
I'm taught somehow to let [D] go of my pain.
[Bm]
On paths I've busted back, get [F#] old and rusty, kinda [G] like that saint's new,
this field [D] collecting rain.
The [Bm] light always [G] feels [D] [F#]
vague, [D] so empty, [G] so [D] [F#] extreme.
[B] [Bm]
[G] Through these cutthroat busted sunsets, these cold and damp wet mornings,
I [D] have grown weary.
[G] Through my cracked and dusty down store lips, I spoke these words out loud but [D] no one hears me.
[Bm] Lay your blouse across the chair, [F#] let fall the flowers from your [G] hair and kiss me.
The [D] countryman's so plain, [Bm] outside the rain is tapping on [F#] the leaves.
To me it sounds like [G] there are no days, quiet love [D] we make.
[Bm] Will I [F#] always [G] feel [D] this [F#] way?
[D] So [F#] empty, [G] so [D] extreme.
[F#]
[Bm]
[G]
[D]
[G]
[G] [D]
[Bm]
Well [G] I looked my demons in the eyes, laid bare my chest and said do your [D] best to destroy me.
And [G] see I've been the hailing back so many times, you must admit you've [D] kinda bored me.
[Bm] There's a lot of things that can kill a man, [F#] there's a lot of ways to die,
oh [G] and some already didn't walk [D] beside me.
[Bm] There's a lot of things I don't understand, [F#] why so many people lie.
It's [G] this hurt I hide, the fuel's the fire [D] inside.
[Bm] Will I [F#] always [G] feel [D] this [F#] way?
[D] So [F#] empty, [G] so [D] extreme.
[F#] [Bm]
[G] [Bm]
[G] [Bm]
[D]
[D]
[Bm]
[G] She lifts her skirt up to her knees, walks to the garden rows with her [D] bare feet laughing.
I never [G] learned to count my blessings, I choose instead to dwell on [D] my disasters.
I [Bm] walk on down the hill, [F#] through grass grown tall and brown [G] and still,
I'm taught somehow to let [D] go of my pain.
[Bm]
On paths I've busted back, get [F#] old and rusty, kinda [G] like that saint's new,
this field [D] collecting rain.
The [Bm] light always [G] feels [D] [F#]
vague, [D] so empty, [G] so [D] [F#] extreme.
[B] [Bm]
[G] Through these cutthroat busted sunsets, these cold and damp wet mornings,
I [D] have grown weary.
[G] Through my cracked and dusty down store lips, I spoke these words out loud but [D] no one hears me.
[Bm] Lay your blouse across the chair, [F#] let fall the flowers from your [G] hair and kiss me.
The [D] countryman's so plain, [Bm] outside the rain is tapping on [F#] the leaves.
To me it sounds like [G] there are no days, quiet love [D] we make.
[Bm] Will I [F#] always [G] feel [D] this [F#] way?
[D] So [F#] empty, [G] so [D] extreme.
[F#]
[Bm]
[G]
[D]
[G]
[G] [D]
[Bm]
Well [G] I looked my demons in the eyes, laid bare my chest and said do your [D] best to destroy me.
And [G] see I've been the hailing back so many times, you must admit you've [D] kinda bored me.
[Bm] There's a lot of things that can kill a man, [F#] there's a lot of ways to die,
oh [G] and some already didn't walk [D] beside me.
[Bm] There's a lot of things I don't understand, [F#] why so many people lie.
It's [G] this hurt I hide, the fuel's the fire [D] inside.
[Bm] Will I [F#] always [G] feel [D] this [F#] way?
[D] So [F#] empty, [G] so [D] extreme.
[F#] [Bm]
[G] [Bm]
[G] [Bm]
Key:
D
G
Bm
F#
B
D
G
Bm
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] She lifts her skirt up to her knees, walks to the garden rows with her [D] bare feet laughing.
_ _ _ I never [G] learned to count my blessings, I choose instead to dwell on [D] my disasters.
I _ _ _ _ [Bm] walk on down the hill, [F#] through grass grown tall and brown [G] and still,
I'm taught somehow to let [D] go of my pain.
_ _ [Bm]
On paths I've busted back, get [F#] old and rusty, kinda [G] like that saint's new,
this field [D] collecting rain.
The [Bm] light always [G] _ feels [D] _ _ [F#]
vague, _ _ _ _ _ [D] so empty, _ [G] so [D] _ [F#] extreme. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] Through these cutthroat busted sunsets, these cold and damp wet mornings,
I [D] have grown weary.
_ _ _ _ [G] Through my cracked and dusty down store lips, I spoke these words out loud but [D] no one hears me.
_ _ _ _ [Bm] Lay your blouse across the chair, [F#] let fall the flowers from your [G] hair and kiss me.
The [D] countryman's so plain, _ _ [Bm] outside the rain is tapping on [F#] the leaves.
To me it sounds like [G] there are no days, quiet love [D] we make.
_ [Bm] Will I [F#] always _ [G] feel [D] this [F#] way?
_ _ _ _ _ [D] So [F#] empty, [G] so _ [D] extreme.
[F#] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ _ _ Well [G] I looked my demons in the eyes, laid bare my chest and said do your [D] best to destroy me.
_ _ And [G] see I've been the hailing back so many times, you must admit you've [D] kinda bored me.
_ _ _ _ _ [Bm] There's a lot of things that can kill a man, [F#] there's a lot of ways to die,
oh [G] and some already didn't walk [D] beside me.
_ [Bm] There's a lot of things I don't understand, [F#] why so many people lie.
It's [G] this hurt I hide, the fuel's the fire [D] inside.
_ [Bm] Will I _ [F#] always [G] feel [D] this [F#] way?
_ _ _ _ _ [D] So [F#] empty, _ [G] so [D] extreme.
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] She lifts her skirt up to her knees, walks to the garden rows with her [D] bare feet laughing.
_ _ _ I never [G] learned to count my blessings, I choose instead to dwell on [D] my disasters.
I _ _ _ _ [Bm] walk on down the hill, [F#] through grass grown tall and brown [G] and still,
I'm taught somehow to let [D] go of my pain.
_ _ [Bm]
On paths I've busted back, get [F#] old and rusty, kinda [G] like that saint's new,
this field [D] collecting rain.
The [Bm] light always [G] _ feels [D] _ _ [F#]
vague, _ _ _ _ _ [D] so empty, _ [G] so [D] _ [F#] extreme. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] Through these cutthroat busted sunsets, these cold and damp wet mornings,
I [D] have grown weary.
_ _ _ _ [G] Through my cracked and dusty down store lips, I spoke these words out loud but [D] no one hears me.
_ _ _ _ [Bm] Lay your blouse across the chair, [F#] let fall the flowers from your [G] hair and kiss me.
The [D] countryman's so plain, _ _ [Bm] outside the rain is tapping on [F#] the leaves.
To me it sounds like [G] there are no days, quiet love [D] we make.
_ [Bm] Will I [F#] always _ [G] feel [D] this [F#] way?
_ _ _ _ _ [D] So [F#] empty, [G] so _ [D] extreme.
[F#] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ _ _ Well [G] I looked my demons in the eyes, laid bare my chest and said do your [D] best to destroy me.
_ _ And [G] see I've been the hailing back so many times, you must admit you've [D] kinda bored me.
_ _ _ _ _ [Bm] There's a lot of things that can kill a man, [F#] there's a lot of ways to die,
oh [G] and some already didn't walk [D] beside me.
_ [Bm] There's a lot of things I don't understand, [F#] why so many people lie.
It's [G] this hurt I hide, the fuel's the fire [D] inside.
_ [Bm] Will I _ [F#] always [G] feel [D] this [F#] way?
_ _ _ _ _ [D] So [F#] empty, _ [G] so [D] extreme.
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _