Chords for Garrett T. Capps - Born into a Ballroom (Official Video)
Tempo:
70.125 bpm
Chords used:
B
E
F#
G#m
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[B]
I could tell you what I feel, or I could sing a song on top of someone's stage.
Where some have walked, and some have stayed the [E] same.
Turned a time, [B] glimmered lame, ditched the truth, [F#] considered shame.
Picked the light, the [B] vines, and gold and rusted cage.
Born into a ballroom, trapped inside the blues.
Yelling for a hero, crying on your shoes.
[E] Poetry in peril, [B] symmetry in time, count [F#] to four.
Before you miss a beat, [B] maybe skip to five.
I could give you what I need, or I could make up words while someone turns the page.
In every book you've ever [G] thrown [G#m] away, [E] left under a dirty [B] plate.
Skimmed two paragraphs [F#] to wait for a television [B] series finale.
Lost under the spotlight, trickling down the booze.
Spitting on the daylight, disregarding the truth.
[E] Bleeding new devotion, [B] preaching fairy tales.
[D#m] Heavy on emotion, keeping [B] fresh what's broken still.
[E] [B]
[F#] [B]
[E] [B]
[F#] [B]
I could tell you what I feel, sing a song on [F#] top of [G#m] someone's stage.
[Bm] [B] [F#m]
I could tell you what I feel, or I could sing a song on top of someone's stage.
Where some have walked, and some have stayed the [E] same.
Turned a time, [B] glimmered lame, ditched the truth, [F#] considered shame.
Picked the light, the [B] vines, and gold and rusted cage.
Born into a ballroom, trapped inside the blues.
Yelling for a hero, crying on your shoes.
[E] Poetry in peril, [B] symmetry in time, count [F#] to four.
Before you miss a beat, [B] maybe skip to five.
I could give you what I need, or I could make up words while someone turns the page.
In every book you've ever [G] thrown [G#m] away, [E] left under a dirty [B] plate.
Skimmed two paragraphs [F#] to wait for a television [B] series finale.
Lost under the spotlight, trickling down the booze.
Spitting on the daylight, disregarding the truth.
[E] Bleeding new devotion, [B] preaching fairy tales.
[D#m] Heavy on emotion, keeping [B] fresh what's broken still.
[E] [B]
[F#] [B]
[E] [B]
[F#] [B]
I could tell you what I feel, sing a song on [F#] top of [G#m] someone's stage.
[Bm] [B] [F#m]
Key:
B
E
F#
G#m
G
B
E
F#
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ I could tell you what I feel, or I could sing a song on top of someone's stage.
Where some have walked, and some have stayed the [E] same.
Turned a time, [B] glimmered lame, ditched the truth, [F#] considered shame.
Picked the light, the [B] vines, and gold and rusted cage.
Born into a ballroom, trapped inside the blues.
Yelling for a hero, crying on your shoes.
[E] Poetry in peril, [B] symmetry in time, count [F#] to four.
Before you miss a beat, [B] maybe skip to five. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I could give you what I need, or I could make up words while someone turns the page.
In every book you've ever [G] thrown [G#m] away, [E] left under a dirty [B] plate.
Skimmed two paragraphs [F#] to wait for a television [B] series finale. _
Lost under the spotlight, trickling down the booze.
Spitting on the daylight, _ disregarding the truth.
[E] Bleeding new devotion, [B] preaching fairy tales.
[D#m] Heavy on emotion, keeping [B] fresh what's broken still.
[E] _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
I could tell you what I feel, sing a song on [F#] top of [G#m] someone's stage. _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ [B] _ [F#m] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ I could tell you what I feel, or I could sing a song on top of someone's stage.
Where some have walked, and some have stayed the [E] same.
Turned a time, [B] glimmered lame, ditched the truth, [F#] considered shame.
Picked the light, the [B] vines, and gold and rusted cage.
Born into a ballroom, trapped inside the blues.
Yelling for a hero, crying on your shoes.
[E] Poetry in peril, [B] symmetry in time, count [F#] to four.
Before you miss a beat, [B] maybe skip to five. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I could give you what I need, or I could make up words while someone turns the page.
In every book you've ever [G] thrown [G#m] away, [E] left under a dirty [B] plate.
Skimmed two paragraphs [F#] to wait for a television [B] series finale. _
Lost under the spotlight, trickling down the booze.
Spitting on the daylight, _ disregarding the truth.
[E] Bleeding new devotion, [B] preaching fairy tales.
[D#m] Heavy on emotion, keeping [B] fresh what's broken still.
[E] _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
I could tell you what I feel, sing a song on [F#] top of [G#m] someone's stage. _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ [B] _ [F#m] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _