Grief (audio) Chords
Tempo:
100.05 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
F
Bbm
G
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[F]
Where is your little son [Bb] lost, John?
[F] Tears, John, [Am] tears, [Bb] John.
[F] Bruised in the rain [Bbm] with his [E] overalls torn,
[F] With one shoe off, one shoe on.
Tears, John, tears, John.
And where will your little son [Am] sleep, [Bb] John?
[Dm] Under the [Db] smokestacks, under [F] the heat,
Under the tent where the canopy leaks.
Tears, John, tears, John.
[Bb] You're drowning in the grief of Jupiter's [G] water,
[Bb] Let me open my [Bbm] teeth and cradle you [Bb] there.
There's a bed for the boy and a rope for [G] the father,
[Bb] Both opened by heaven and [G] where no [Gm] child is [Dm] spared.
[F] To who will your little [Am] son pray, [Bb] John?
[Dm] Dark [G] are the strangers [Bbm] that sleep [E] on the train,
[F] There's blood on their cots, bones on their plates.
Tears, John, tears, John.
Who then will tend to the sheep, [Bb] John?
[Dm] He treads in the place where the [Db] vicious [E] gods preach,
[F] Where claws come in sharpened on wolves in white fleece.
Tears, John, tears, John.
[Bb] You're drowning in the grief of [A] Jupiter's water,
[Bb] Let me open my [Bbm] teeth and cradle you there.
[Bb] There's a bed for the boy and a rope for [G] the father,
[Bb] Both opened by heaven [Bbm] and where no child is [Bb] spared.
[A]
[Bb] [Bbm] [Bb]
Swing from my limb, render your tears,
The more [Bbm] that you shed, [Bb] the deeper it is.
It's two [E] little [Am] hands, it's the chair [Bb] from your [A]
[Bb] feet,
Drowning your beautiful grief.
[N]
Where is your little son [Bb] lost, John?
[F] Tears, John, [Am] tears, [Bb] John.
[F] Bruised in the rain [Bbm] with his [E] overalls torn,
[F] With one shoe off, one shoe on.
Tears, John, tears, John.
And where will your little son [Am] sleep, [Bb] John?
[Dm] Under the [Db] smokestacks, under [F] the heat,
Under the tent where the canopy leaks.
Tears, John, tears, John.
[Bb] You're drowning in the grief of Jupiter's [G] water,
[Bb] Let me open my [Bbm] teeth and cradle you [Bb] there.
There's a bed for the boy and a rope for [G] the father,
[Bb] Both opened by heaven and [G] where no [Gm] child is [Dm] spared.
[F] To who will your little [Am] son pray, [Bb] John?
[Dm] Dark [G] are the strangers [Bbm] that sleep [E] on the train,
[F] There's blood on their cots, bones on their plates.
Tears, John, tears, John.
Who then will tend to the sheep, [Bb] John?
[Dm] He treads in the place where the [Db] vicious [E] gods preach,
[F] Where claws come in sharpened on wolves in white fleece.
Tears, John, tears, John.
[Bb] You're drowning in the grief of [A] Jupiter's water,
[Bb] Let me open my [Bbm] teeth and cradle you there.
[Bb] There's a bed for the boy and a rope for [G] the father,
[Bb] Both opened by heaven [Bbm] and where no child is [Bb] spared.
[A]
[Bb] [Bbm] [Bb]
Swing from my limb, render your tears,
The more [Bbm] that you shed, [Bb] the deeper it is.
It's two [E] little [Am] hands, it's the chair [Bb] from your [A]
[Bb] feet,
Drowning your beautiful grief.
[N]
Key:
Bb
F
Bbm
G
Am
Bb
F
Bbm
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Where _ _ _ _ is your little son [Bb] lost, John?
[F] _ Tears, John, [Am] tears, [Bb] John.
[F] Bruised in the rain [Bbm] with his [E] overalls torn,
[F] With one shoe off, one shoe on.
_ Tears, John, _ tears, John.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
And where will your little son [Am] sleep, [Bb] John?
[Dm] Under the [Db] smokestacks, under [F] the heat, _
Under the tent where the canopy _ leaks.
Tears, John, tears, _ John. _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] You're drowning in the grief of Jupiter's [G] water,
[Bb] Let me open my [Bbm] teeth and cradle you [Bb] there.
There's a bed for the boy and a rope for [G] the father,
[Bb] Both opened by heaven and [G] where no [Gm] child is [Dm] spared.
[F] To _ _ _ _ _ who will your little [Am] son pray, [Bb] John?
[Dm] Dark [G] are the strangers [Bbm] that sleep [E] on the train,
[F] There's blood on their cots, bones on their plates.
_ Tears, John, _ tears, John.
_ _ Who _ _ _ _ then will tend to the sheep, [Bb] John?
[Dm] He treads in the place where the [Db] vicious [E] gods preach,
[F] Where claws come in sharpened on wolves in white fleece.
Tears, John, tears, John.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] You're drowning in the grief of [A] Jupiter's water,
[Bb] Let me open my [Bbm] teeth and cradle you there.
[Bb] There's a bed for the boy and a rope for [G] the father,
[Bb] Both opened by heaven [Bbm] and where no child is [Bb] spared.
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _
[Bb] _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
Swing from my limb, render your tears,
The more [Bbm] that you shed, [Bb] the deeper it is.
It's two [E] little [Am] hands, it's the chair [Bb] from your [A]
[Bb] feet,
Drowning your beautiful grief. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Where _ _ _ _ is your little son [Bb] lost, John?
[F] _ Tears, John, [Am] tears, [Bb] John.
[F] Bruised in the rain [Bbm] with his [E] overalls torn,
[F] With one shoe off, one shoe on.
_ Tears, John, _ tears, John.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
And where will your little son [Am] sleep, [Bb] John?
[Dm] Under the [Db] smokestacks, under [F] the heat, _
Under the tent where the canopy _ leaks.
Tears, John, tears, _ John. _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] You're drowning in the grief of Jupiter's [G] water,
[Bb] Let me open my [Bbm] teeth and cradle you [Bb] there.
There's a bed for the boy and a rope for [G] the father,
[Bb] Both opened by heaven and [G] where no [Gm] child is [Dm] spared.
[F] To _ _ _ _ _ who will your little [Am] son pray, [Bb] John?
[Dm] Dark [G] are the strangers [Bbm] that sleep [E] on the train,
[F] There's blood on their cots, bones on their plates.
_ Tears, John, _ tears, John.
_ _ Who _ _ _ _ then will tend to the sheep, [Bb] John?
[Dm] He treads in the place where the [Db] vicious [E] gods preach,
[F] Where claws come in sharpened on wolves in white fleece.
Tears, John, tears, John.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] You're drowning in the grief of [A] Jupiter's water,
[Bb] Let me open my [Bbm] teeth and cradle you there.
[Bb] There's a bed for the boy and a rope for [G] the father,
[Bb] Both opened by heaven [Bbm] and where no child is [Bb] spared.
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _
[Bb] _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
Swing from my limb, render your tears,
The more [Bbm] that you shed, [Bb] the deeper it is.
It's two [E] little [Am] hands, it's the chair [Bb] from your [A]
[Bb] feet,
Drowning your beautiful grief. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _