Chords for high doses #2 - the mountain goats
Tempo:
145 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
D
Am
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G] [E]
[D] [G] We all woke up that morning, [Am] claw marks [C] on our little [B] faces, [G] the dough thud from [Em] the treetops.
[C] The echo in [D] the hollow places [C] rose up high [G] and lonely, [C] wringing my hands, [A] [G] grinding my teeth.
[Em] All the triumph [A] overhead, [Gm]
all [C] the [D] disaster [G] underneath.
[E] [G]
Smat out my morning prayers, [Am]
desperate [C] pleas and vicious lies.
[Dm] Felt [G] the sunlight through the [Em] grating, [C]
covered up [D] my eyes.
[C]
Woke up [B] feeling [G] awful, [C]
shook my head to [G] drive the ghosts away.
[Em]
This is [G] just a flesh wound, [C] and it will clear [D] up any day.
But [C] the present, I [G] got planned for you pricks, [C]
is gonna [D] be a little harder to fix.
Thank [G] God [C] for [G] small favors [C] in [G]
[D] high [G]
doses.
[C#m] [G]
Heard the voices through the air vents, [Am]
listened to them [C] squeal.
[G]
The great big world [Em] is out there, [C] the hidden [D] one beneath my heel.
[C]
Called up my sister in [G] Reseda, [C]
left a message at [G] the tone.
[Em] All of the points where [G] contact failed us, all [C] of the [D] dead spots in [G] the zone, and the
acid in my throat.
[Am]
Every [C] time I try to [G] talk, the [Em] songs that keep me up at night.
[C]
Standing [D] on that solid rock [C] rose up high and [G] dry and lonely.
[C]
Stumbled [G] coming out the gate.
[Em]
This is just [G] a paper cut, [C] and it will scab [D] over just you wait.
[C] But the cuts that I'll [G] shortly begin dealing out, [C]
are gonna give you [D] something to cry about.
[G] Thank God [C] for [G] small favors [C] in [D] [G]
[D] high [G]
doses.
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[D] [G] We all woke up that morning, [Am] claw marks [C] on our little [B] faces, [G] the dough thud from [Em] the treetops.
[C] The echo in [D] the hollow places [C] rose up high [G] and lonely, [C] wringing my hands, [A] [G] grinding my teeth.
[Em] All the triumph [A] overhead, [Gm]
all [C] the [D] disaster [G] underneath.
[E] [G]
Smat out my morning prayers, [Am]
desperate [C] pleas and vicious lies.
[Dm] Felt [G] the sunlight through the [Em] grating, [C]
covered up [D] my eyes.
[C]
Woke up [B] feeling [G] awful, [C]
shook my head to [G] drive the ghosts away.
[Em]
This is [G] just a flesh wound, [C] and it will clear [D] up any day.
But [C] the present, I [G] got planned for you pricks, [C]
is gonna [D] be a little harder to fix.
Thank [G] God [C] for [G] small favors [C] in [G]
[D] high [G]
doses.
[C#m] [G]
Heard the voices through the air vents, [Am]
listened to them [C] squeal.
[G]
The great big world [Em] is out there, [C] the hidden [D] one beneath my heel.
[C]
Called up my sister in [G] Reseda, [C]
left a message at [G] the tone.
[Em] All of the points where [G] contact failed us, all [C] of the [D] dead spots in [G] the zone, and the
acid in my throat.
[Am]
Every [C] time I try to [G] talk, the [Em] songs that keep me up at night.
[C]
Standing [D] on that solid rock [C] rose up high and [G] dry and lonely.
[C]
Stumbled [G] coming out the gate.
[Em]
This is just [G] a paper cut, [C] and it will scab [D] over just you wait.
[C] But the cuts that I'll [G] shortly begin dealing out, [C]
are gonna give you [D] something to cry about.
[G] Thank God [C] for [G] small favors [C] in [D] [G]
[D] high [G]
doses.
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_ [D] _ [G] _ We all woke up that morning, _ _ [Am] claw marks [C] on our little [B] faces, [G] the dough thud from [Em] the treetops.
[C] The echo in [D] the hollow places [C] rose up high [G] and lonely, _ _ [C] wringing my hands, [A] [G] grinding my teeth.
[Em] _ All the triumph [A] overhead, [Gm] _
all [C] the [D] disaster _ [G] underneath.
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Smat out my morning prayers, _ [Am] _
desperate [C] pleas and vicious lies.
[Dm] Felt [G] the sunlight through the [Em] grating, _ [C] _
covered up [D] my eyes.
_ [C] _ _
Woke up [B] feeling [G] awful, _ _ [C] _
shook my head to [G] drive the ghosts away.
_ [Em] _ _
This is [G] just a flesh wound, _ [C] and it will clear [D] up any day.
But [C] the present, I [G] got planned for you pricks, _ [C] _
is gonna [D] be a little harder to fix.
Thank [G] God _ _ [C] _ _ for [G] small favors _ [C] in _ _ [G] _ _
[D] high _ _ _ _ [G] _
doses.
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Heard the voices through the air vents, _ [Am] _
listened to them [C] squeal.
_ [G] _
The great big world [Em] is out there, _ [C] the hidden [D] one beneath my heel.
[C]
Called up my sister in [G] Reseda, _ _ [C]
left a message at [G] the tone.
[Em] All of the points where [G] contact failed us, all [C] of the [D] dead spots in [G] the zone, _ _ _ and the
acid in my throat.
_ _ [Am] _
Every [C] time I try to [G] talk, _ the [Em] songs that keep me up at night.
[C] _
Standing [D] on that solid rock [C] rose up high and [G] dry and lonely.
_ _ [C] _
Stumbled [G] coming out the gate.
_ _ [Em] _
This is just [G] a paper cut, [C] and it will scab [D] over just you wait.
[C] But the cuts that I'll [G] shortly begin dealing out, _ [C]
are gonna give you [D] something to cry about.
[G] Thank God _ [C] for _ [G] small favors _ _ [C] in _ [D] _ [G] _
_ [D] high _ _ _ [G] _
doses. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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[C] The echo in [D] the hollow places [C] rose up high [G] and lonely, _ _ [C] wringing my hands, [A] [G] grinding my teeth.
[Em] _ All the triumph [A] overhead, [Gm] _
all [C] the [D] disaster _ [G] underneath.
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Smat out my morning prayers, _ [Am] _
desperate [C] pleas and vicious lies.
[Dm] Felt [G] the sunlight through the [Em] grating, _ [C] _
covered up [D] my eyes.
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Woke up [B] feeling [G] awful, _ _ [C] _
shook my head to [G] drive the ghosts away.
_ [Em] _ _
This is [G] just a flesh wound, _ [C] and it will clear [D] up any day.
But [C] the present, I [G] got planned for you pricks, _ [C] _
is gonna [D] be a little harder to fix.
Thank [G] God _ _ [C] _ _ for [G] small favors _ [C] in _ _ [G] _ _
[D] high _ _ _ _ [G] _
doses.
_ _ [C#m] _ _ [G] _ _
Heard the voices through the air vents, _ [Am] _
listened to them [C] squeal.
_ [G] _
The great big world [Em] is out there, _ [C] the hidden [D] one beneath my heel.
[C]
Called up my sister in [G] Reseda, _ _ [C]
left a message at [G] the tone.
[Em] All of the points where [G] contact failed us, all [C] of the [D] dead spots in [G] the zone, _ _ _ and the
acid in my throat.
_ _ [Am] _
Every [C] time I try to [G] talk, _ the [Em] songs that keep me up at night.
[C] _
Standing [D] on that solid rock [C] rose up high and [G] dry and lonely.
_ _ [C] _
Stumbled [G] coming out the gate.
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This is just [G] a paper cut, [C] and it will scab [D] over just you wait.
[C] But the cuts that I'll [G] shortly begin dealing out, _ [C]
are gonna give you [D] something to cry about.
[G] Thank God _ [C] for _ [G] small favors _ _ [C] in _ [D] _ [G] _
_ [D] high _ _ _ [G] _
doses. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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