Fist Full of Leather Chords by Kenny Feidler
Tempo:
103.75 bpm
Chords used:
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Db
Ab
Gb
Abm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Bbm] [Db] [Ab]
[Bbm] [Db]
[Ab] [Bbm]
Fame was the [Db] name of the game you'd claim [Ab] And you'd break the [Bbm] chains but still remain
You'd be the [Db] one to blame that [Ab] fame And wear it [Bbm] like a crown
But you'd pour out [Db] your life on paper [Abm] Instead pull the trigger to the [Bbm] pen
When it's aimed at your head Ain't the ink that [Db] you think
It's the blood that's [Ab] bled As you write your [Bbm] memories down
[Gb] Maybe [Db] I'm just a [Ab] fistful of leather A raft full [Bbm] of mane
And a bronc blood [Gb] getter But it comes a time when [Db] you're a mainline
[Ab] setter And the time when you [Bbm] let them down
The hooves pound the [Db] ground Like a pulse [Ab] in your veins
Like a shot of [Bbm] cocaine Sent straight to your brain
Tell the best of you the rest [Db] of you It swirls down [Ab] the drain
And you watch it all [Bbm] circle round And not I [Db] think of circumstance
[Ab] Worn out [Bbm] bites and second chances Shot out [Db] lights and missed [Ab] out dances
Keep my head [Bbm] spinning round [Gb] Maybe [Db] I'm just a [Ab] fistful of leather
A raft full [Db] of mane [Bbm] And a bronc blood [Gb] getter
But it comes a time [Db] when you're a mainline [Abm] setter
And the time when you [Bbm] let them down In the end all I [Db] am is just some dirt and
[Ab] lust One less friend to [Bbm] haul hide in the rust
Ashes to ashes [Db] and dust to [Ab] dust And a buzzer when it [Bbm] makes a sound
[Gb] Maybe I'm [Db] just a fistful [Ab] of leather A raft full of [Bbm] mane
And a bronc [Gb] blood getter But it comes a [Db] time when you're a mainline
[Abm] setter And the time when you [Bbm] let them down
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[Bbm] [Db]
[Ab] [Bbm]
Fame was the [Db] name of the game you'd claim [Ab] And you'd break the [Bbm] chains but still remain
You'd be the [Db] one to blame that [Ab] fame And wear it [Bbm] like a crown
But you'd pour out [Db] your life on paper [Abm] Instead pull the trigger to the [Bbm] pen
When it's aimed at your head Ain't the ink that [Db] you think
It's the blood that's [Ab] bled As you write your [Bbm] memories down
[Gb] Maybe [Db] I'm just a [Ab] fistful of leather A raft full [Bbm] of mane
And a bronc blood [Gb] getter But it comes a time when [Db] you're a mainline
[Ab] setter And the time when you [Bbm] let them down
The hooves pound the [Db] ground Like a pulse [Ab] in your veins
Like a shot of [Bbm] cocaine Sent straight to your brain
Tell the best of you the rest [Db] of you It swirls down [Ab] the drain
And you watch it all [Bbm] circle round And not I [Db] think of circumstance
[Ab] Worn out [Bbm] bites and second chances Shot out [Db] lights and missed [Ab] out dances
Keep my head [Bbm] spinning round [Gb] Maybe [Db] I'm just a [Ab] fistful of leather
A raft full [Db] of mane [Bbm] And a bronc blood [Gb] getter
But it comes a time [Db] when you're a mainline [Abm] setter
And the time when you [Bbm] let them down In the end all I [Db] am is just some dirt and
[Ab] lust One less friend to [Bbm] haul hide in the rust
Ashes to ashes [Db] and dust to [Ab] dust And a buzzer when it [Bbm] makes a sound
[Gb] Maybe I'm [Db] just a fistful [Ab] of leather A raft full of [Bbm] mane
And a bronc [Gb] blood getter But it comes a [Db] time when you're a mainline
[Abm] setter And the time when you [Bbm] let them down
[N]
Key:
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Db
Ab
Gb
Abm
Bbm
Db
Ab
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_ [Bbm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Db] _
_ _ [Ab] _ _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _
_ _ Fame was the [Db] name of the game you'd claim [Ab] And you'd break the [Bbm] chains but still remain
You'd be the [Db] one to blame that [Ab] fame And wear it [Bbm] like a crown _
_ _ But you'd pour out [Db] your life on paper [Abm] Instead pull the trigger to the [Bbm] pen
When it's aimed at your head Ain't the ink that [Db] you think
It's the blood that's [Ab] bled As you write your [Bbm] memories down
_ _ _ [Gb] _ Maybe [Db] I'm just a [Ab] fistful of leather A raft full [Bbm] of mane
And a bronc blood [Gb] getter But it comes a time when [Db] you're a mainline
[Ab] setter And the time when you [Bbm] let them down
_ _ _ The hooves pound the [Db] ground Like a pulse [Ab] in your veins
Like a shot of [Bbm] cocaine Sent straight to your brain
Tell the best of you the rest [Db] of you It swirls down [Ab] the drain
And you watch it all [Bbm] circle round _ _ _ And not I [Db] think of circumstance
[Ab] Worn out [Bbm] bites and second chances Shot out [Db] lights and missed [Ab] out dances
Keep my head [Bbm] spinning round _ _ _ [Gb] _ Maybe [Db] I'm just a [Ab] fistful of leather
A raft full [Db] of mane [Bbm] And a bronc blood [Gb] getter
But it comes a time [Db] when you're a mainline [Abm] setter
And the time when you [Bbm] let them down _ _ In the end all I [Db] am is just some dirt and
[Ab] lust One less friend to [Bbm] haul hide in the rust
Ashes to ashes [Db] and dust to [Ab] dust And a buzzer when it [Bbm] makes a sound
_ _ [Gb] Maybe I'm [Db] just a fistful [Ab] of leather A raft full of [Bbm] mane
And a bronc [Gb] blood getter But it comes a [Db] time when you're a mainline
[Abm] setter And the time when you [Bbm] let them down
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_ [Bbm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Db] _
_ _ [Ab] _ _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _
_ _ Fame was the [Db] name of the game you'd claim [Ab] And you'd break the [Bbm] chains but still remain
You'd be the [Db] one to blame that [Ab] fame And wear it [Bbm] like a crown _
_ _ But you'd pour out [Db] your life on paper [Abm] Instead pull the trigger to the [Bbm] pen
When it's aimed at your head Ain't the ink that [Db] you think
It's the blood that's [Ab] bled As you write your [Bbm] memories down
_ _ _ [Gb] _ Maybe [Db] I'm just a [Ab] fistful of leather A raft full [Bbm] of mane
And a bronc blood [Gb] getter But it comes a time when [Db] you're a mainline
[Ab] setter And the time when you [Bbm] let them down
_ _ _ The hooves pound the [Db] ground Like a pulse [Ab] in your veins
Like a shot of [Bbm] cocaine Sent straight to your brain
Tell the best of you the rest [Db] of you It swirls down [Ab] the drain
And you watch it all [Bbm] circle round _ _ _ And not I [Db] think of circumstance
[Ab] Worn out [Bbm] bites and second chances Shot out [Db] lights and missed [Ab] out dances
Keep my head [Bbm] spinning round _ _ _ [Gb] _ Maybe [Db] I'm just a [Ab] fistful of leather
A raft full [Db] of mane [Bbm] And a bronc blood [Gb] getter
But it comes a time [Db] when you're a mainline [Abm] setter
And the time when you [Bbm] let them down _ _ In the end all I [Db] am is just some dirt and
[Ab] lust One less friend to [Bbm] haul hide in the rust
Ashes to ashes [Db] and dust to [Ab] dust And a buzzer when it [Bbm] makes a sound
_ _ [Gb] Maybe I'm [Db] just a fistful [Ab] of leather A raft full of [Bbm] mane
And a bronc [Gb] blood getter But it comes a [Db] time when you're a mainline
[Abm] setter And the time when you [Bbm] let them down
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
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