Empty - Ray LaMontagne (Subtitulada al español) Chords
Tempo:
81.15 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
Bm
F#
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Bm]
[G]
[D]
[G]
[D]
[Bm]
[G] She lifts her skirt up to her knees, walks through the garden rows with her bare [D] feet laughing.
I [G] never learned to count my blessings, I choose instead to dwell in my [D] disaster.
I [Bm] walk on down the hill, [F#] through grass grown tall and brown,
and [G] still it's hard somehow to let go [D] of my pain.
[Bm] On past the busted [F#] back of that old and rusted Cadillac [G] that sinks into this field [D] collecting rain.
Well I always [G]
[Bm] feel his [F#] weight, [D] so empty, [G]
[Bm] so [F#] strange.
[Bm]
Of [G] these cut throat busted sunsets, these cold and damp white [D] mornings I have grown weary.
If through [G] my cracked and dusted down store lifts I spoke these words out loud would no [D] one hear me.
[Bm] They all douse across the chair, [F#] let fall the flowers from your [G] hair and kiss me with that country [D] mouth so plain.
[Bm] Outside the rain is tapping [F#] on the leaves, to me it sounds like [G] they're applauding us.
The quiet [D] love we've made.
Well I [G] always [Bm] feel his [F#] weight, [D] so empty, [G]
[Bm] so [F#] strange.
[Bm]
[G]
[D]
[G]
[D]
[Bm]
Well [G] I looked my demons in the eyes, laid bare my chest and said do your [D] best destroy me.
See [G] I've been to hell and back so many times, I must admit you're kind [D] of boring.
[Bm] There's a lot of things that can kill a man, [F#] there's a lot of ways to die.
There's [G] sense I'm already dead that won't [D] decide me.
[Bm] There's a lot of things I don't understand, [F#] why so many people lie.
This [G] dear heart I hide that fuels the [D] fire inside.
Well I [A] always [G]
[Bm] feel his [F#] weight, [D] so [A] empty, [G]
[Bm] so strange.
[F#] [Bm]
[G]
[D]
[G]
[D]
[Bm]
[G] She lifts her skirt up to her knees, walks through the garden rows with her bare [D] feet laughing.
I [G] never learned to count my blessings, I choose instead to dwell in my [D] disaster.
I [Bm] walk on down the hill, [F#] through grass grown tall and brown,
and [G] still it's hard somehow to let go [D] of my pain.
[Bm] On past the busted [F#] back of that old and rusted Cadillac [G] that sinks into this field [D] collecting rain.
Well I always [G]
[Bm] feel his [F#] weight, [D] so empty, [G]
[Bm] so [F#] strange.
[Bm]
Of [G] these cut throat busted sunsets, these cold and damp white [D] mornings I have grown weary.
If through [G] my cracked and dusted down store lifts I spoke these words out loud would no [D] one hear me.
[Bm] They all douse across the chair, [F#] let fall the flowers from your [G] hair and kiss me with that country [D] mouth so plain.
[Bm] Outside the rain is tapping [F#] on the leaves, to me it sounds like [G] they're applauding us.
The quiet [D] love we've made.
Well I [G] always [Bm] feel his [F#] weight, [D] so empty, [G]
[Bm] so [F#] strange.
[Bm]
[G]
[D]
[G]
[D]
[Bm]
Well [G] I looked my demons in the eyes, laid bare my chest and said do your [D] best destroy me.
See [G] I've been to hell and back so many times, I must admit you're kind [D] of boring.
[Bm] There's a lot of things that can kill a man, [F#] there's a lot of ways to die.
There's [G] sense I'm already dead that won't [D] decide me.
[Bm] There's a lot of things I don't understand, [F#] why so many people lie.
This [G] dear heart I hide that fuels the [D] fire inside.
Well I [A] always [G]
[Bm] feel his [F#] weight, [D] so [A] empty, [G]
[Bm] so strange.
[F#] [Bm]
Key:
G
D
Bm
F#
A
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D
Bm
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_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] She lifts her skirt up to her knees, walks through the garden rows with her bare [D] feet laughing. _ _ _ _
I [G] never learned to count my blessings, I choose instead to dwell in my [D] disaster.
I _ _ _ _ [Bm] walk on down the hill, [F#] through grass grown tall and brown,
and [G] still it's hard somehow to let go [D] of my pain.
_ [Bm] On past the busted [F#] back of that old and rusted Cadillac [G] that sinks into this field [D] collecting rain.
_ Well I _ always [G] _
[Bm] feel his [F#] weight, _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] so _ empty, [G] _
[Bm] so [F#] strange. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
Of [G] these cut throat busted sunsets, these cold and damp white [D] mornings I have grown weary. _ _ _
If through [G] my cracked and dusted down store lifts I spoke these words out loud would no [D] one hear me. _ _ _
_ [Bm] They all douse across the chair, [F#] let fall the flowers from your [G] hair and kiss me with that country [D] mouth so plain.
_ _ [Bm] Outside the rain is tapping [F#] on the leaves, to me it sounds like [G] they're applauding us.
The quiet [D] love we've made.
Well I _ _ [G] always [Bm] feel his [F#] weight, _ _ _ _ _ [D] so _ empty, [G] _
[Bm] so [F#] strange. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
Well [G] I looked my demons in the eyes, laid bare my chest and said do your [D] best destroy me. _ _ _
See [G] I've been to hell and back so many times, I must admit you're kind [D] of boring. _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] There's a lot of things that can kill a man, [F#] there's a lot of ways to die.
There's [G] sense I'm already dead that won't [D] decide me.
_ [Bm] There's a lot of things I don't understand, [F#] why so many people lie.
This [G] dear heart I hide that fuels the [D] fire inside.
_ Well I _ [A] always [G] _
[Bm] feel his [F#] weight, _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] so [A] empty, _ [G] _
[Bm] so strange.
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] She lifts her skirt up to her knees, walks through the garden rows with her bare [D] feet laughing. _ _ _ _
I [G] never learned to count my blessings, I choose instead to dwell in my [D] disaster.
I _ _ _ _ [Bm] walk on down the hill, [F#] through grass grown tall and brown,
and [G] still it's hard somehow to let go [D] of my pain.
_ [Bm] On past the busted [F#] back of that old and rusted Cadillac [G] that sinks into this field [D] collecting rain.
_ Well I _ always [G] _
[Bm] feel his [F#] weight, _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] so _ empty, [G] _
[Bm] so [F#] strange. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
Of [G] these cut throat busted sunsets, these cold and damp white [D] mornings I have grown weary. _ _ _
If through [G] my cracked and dusted down store lifts I spoke these words out loud would no [D] one hear me. _ _ _
_ [Bm] They all douse across the chair, [F#] let fall the flowers from your [G] hair and kiss me with that country [D] mouth so plain.
_ _ [Bm] Outside the rain is tapping [F#] on the leaves, to me it sounds like [G] they're applauding us.
The quiet [D] love we've made.
Well I _ _ [G] always [Bm] feel his [F#] weight, _ _ _ _ _ [D] so _ empty, [G] _
[Bm] so [F#] strange. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
Well [G] I looked my demons in the eyes, laid bare my chest and said do your [D] best destroy me. _ _ _
See [G] I've been to hell and back so many times, I must admit you're kind [D] of boring. _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] There's a lot of things that can kill a man, [F#] there's a lot of ways to die.
There's [G] sense I'm already dead that won't [D] decide me.
_ [Bm] There's a lot of things I don't understand, [F#] why so many people lie.
This [G] dear heart I hide that fuels the [D] fire inside.
_ Well I _ [A] always [G] _
[Bm] feel his [F#] weight, _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] so [A] empty, _ [G] _
[Bm] so strange.
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
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