Fingers To The Bone Chords by Brown Bird
Tempo:
86.35 bpm
Chords used:
Em
G
B
A
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
I [Em] work my fingers to the bone, not a pretty little penny have I got to show.
I ain't [D] looking for [Em] much, just a little bit of rest by the side of the [B] road.
I [Em] lift my voice to the forces above, [A] the lord of labor and the goddess of love.
[Em] Ain't it been a good, hard [B] work, and faithful servant, son?
[E] [F#m] [G]
[Em] [F#] [Em]
[E] [Em] Then the sky [G] turns black, and it cracks with thunder and [Em] bullets.
Work is what you are when you're [F#] breathing in and out, your [G] final breath falls to the [F#] floor.
[Em] Swing down [A] that sledgehammer through the wood, a little task of [Em] mind over flesh ought to do you
good.
And get up off the ground, [A] you can lay down when the day is done, [B] and on the seventh day you
can lay in the [Em] morning sun.
[Am] I want to [Em] make my home on a mountain high, just me and my lover in the
big old sky.
I ain't asking for much, just a little bit of rest for the [B] day that I die.
I [Em] lift my voice to the forces above, the [A] lord of labor and the goddess of love.
[Em] Ain't it been a good, [B] hard work, and [D] faithful servant, [Em] son?
[F#] [Em]
[E] [Em] [F#] [G]
[E] Then the sky [G] turns black, and it [Em] cracks with thunder and bullets.
Work is what you are when you're
[F#] breathing in and out, your [G] final breath falls to the floor.
[Em] [G] Swing down that sledgehammer through the [E] wood,
[Em] [F#] a little task of [G] mind over flesh ought to [E] do you good.
[Em] And get up [G] off the ground, you can lay down
when the day is [A] done, [B] and on the seventh day you can lay in the [Em] morning sun.
Swing down [A] that sledgehammer
through the wood, a little task of [Em] mind over flesh ought to do you good.
And get up off the ground,
[A] you can lay down when the day is done, [B] and on the seventh day you can [Em] lay in the morning sun.
I ain't [D] looking for [Em] much, just a little bit of rest by the side of the [B] road.
I [Em] lift my voice to the forces above, [A] the lord of labor and the goddess of love.
[Em] Ain't it been a good, hard [B] work, and faithful servant, son?
[E] [F#m] [G]
[Em] [F#] [Em]
[E] [Em] Then the sky [G] turns black, and it cracks with thunder and [Em] bullets.
Work is what you are when you're [F#] breathing in and out, your [G] final breath falls to the [F#] floor.
[Em] Swing down [A] that sledgehammer through the wood, a little task of [Em] mind over flesh ought to do you
good.
And get up off the ground, [A] you can lay down when the day is done, [B] and on the seventh day you
can lay in the [Em] morning sun.
[Am] I want to [Em] make my home on a mountain high, just me and my lover in the
big old sky.
I ain't asking for much, just a little bit of rest for the [B] day that I die.
I [Em] lift my voice to the forces above, the [A] lord of labor and the goddess of love.
[Em] Ain't it been a good, [B] hard work, and [D] faithful servant, [Em] son?
[F#] [Em]
[E] [Em] [F#] [G]
[E] Then the sky [G] turns black, and it [Em] cracks with thunder and bullets.
Work is what you are when you're
[F#] breathing in and out, your [G] final breath falls to the floor.
[Em] [G] Swing down that sledgehammer through the [E] wood,
[Em] [F#] a little task of [G] mind over flesh ought to [E] do you good.
[Em] And get up [G] off the ground, you can lay down
when the day is [A] done, [B] and on the seventh day you can lay in the [Em] morning sun.
Swing down [A] that sledgehammer
through the wood, a little task of [Em] mind over flesh ought to do you good.
And get up off the ground,
[A] you can lay down when the day is done, [B] and on the seventh day you can [Em] lay in the morning sun.
Key:
Em
G
B
A
F#
Em
G
B
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I [Em] work my fingers to the bone, not a pretty little penny have I got to show.
I ain't [D] looking for [Em] much, just a little bit of rest by the side of the [B] road.
I [Em] lift my voice to the forces above, [A] the lord of labor and the goddess of love.
[Em] Ain't it been a good, hard [B] work, and faithful servant, son? _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ [F#m] _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ [F#] _ _ [Em] _
_ _ [E] [Em] Then the sky [G] turns black, and it cracks with thunder and [Em] bullets.
Work is what you are when you're [F#] breathing in and out, your [G] final breath falls to the [F#] floor.
[Em] _ Swing down [A] that sledgehammer through the wood, _ a little task of [Em] mind over flesh ought to do you
good.
And get up off the ground, [A] you can lay down when the day is done, [B] and on the seventh day you
can lay in the [Em] morning sun. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Am] I want to [Em] make my home on a mountain high, just me and my lover in the
big old sky.
I ain't asking for much, just a little bit of rest for the [B] day that I die.
I [Em] lift my voice to the forces above, the [A] lord of labor and the goddess of love.
[Em] Ain't it been a good, [B] hard work, and [D] faithful servant, [Em] son? _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [Em] _
_ _ [E] _ [Em] _ _ [F#] _ _ [G] _
_ _ [E] Then the sky [G] turns black, and it [Em] cracks with thunder and bullets.
Work is what you are when you're
[F#] breathing in and out, your [G] final breath falls to the floor.
[Em] _ [G] Swing down that sledgehammer through the [E] wood,
[Em] _ [F#] a little task of [G] mind over flesh ought to [E] do you good.
[Em] And get up [G] off the ground, you can lay down
when the day is [A] done, [B] and on the seventh day you can lay in the [Em] morning sun.
Swing down [A] that sledgehammer
through the wood, _ a little task of [Em] mind over flesh ought to do you good.
And get up off the ground,
[A] you can lay down when the day is done, [B] and on the seventh day you can [Em] lay in the morning sun. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I [Em] work my fingers to the bone, not a pretty little penny have I got to show.
I ain't [D] looking for [Em] much, just a little bit of rest by the side of the [B] road.
I [Em] lift my voice to the forces above, [A] the lord of labor and the goddess of love.
[Em] Ain't it been a good, hard [B] work, and faithful servant, son? _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ [F#m] _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ [F#] _ _ [Em] _
_ _ [E] [Em] Then the sky [G] turns black, and it cracks with thunder and [Em] bullets.
Work is what you are when you're [F#] breathing in and out, your [G] final breath falls to the [F#] floor.
[Em] _ Swing down [A] that sledgehammer through the wood, _ a little task of [Em] mind over flesh ought to do you
good.
And get up off the ground, [A] you can lay down when the day is done, [B] and on the seventh day you
can lay in the [Em] morning sun. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Am] I want to [Em] make my home on a mountain high, just me and my lover in the
big old sky.
I ain't asking for much, just a little bit of rest for the [B] day that I die.
I [Em] lift my voice to the forces above, the [A] lord of labor and the goddess of love.
[Em] Ain't it been a good, [B] hard work, and [D] faithful servant, [Em] son? _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [Em] _
_ _ [E] _ [Em] _ _ [F#] _ _ [G] _
_ _ [E] Then the sky [G] turns black, and it [Em] cracks with thunder and bullets.
Work is what you are when you're
[F#] breathing in and out, your [G] final breath falls to the floor.
[Em] _ [G] Swing down that sledgehammer through the [E] wood,
[Em] _ [F#] a little task of [G] mind over flesh ought to [E] do you good.
[Em] And get up [G] off the ground, you can lay down
when the day is [A] done, [B] and on the seventh day you can lay in the [Em] morning sun.
Swing down [A] that sledgehammer
through the wood, _ a little task of [Em] mind over flesh ought to do you good.
And get up off the ground,
[A] you can lay down when the day is done, [B] and on the seventh day you can [Em] lay in the morning sun. _ _ _