Chords for In the Name of Grey
Tempo:
101.3 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
D
A
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Jam Along & Learn...
There's a rusty [G] stirrup, a rotting bambalier, an old Martini [C] Henry, from history's frontier, in the State [G] Museum.
on the wall look as if they're [C] living, they never died at all.
like [C] those men of [G] yesterday.
And [C] they ride, ride, ride, [F] ride, ride, [G] ride in the [C] name of gray.
That phantom band of [G] horsemen, riding in the sky, sentries of the spirit, [C] they never will let die.
in vain, the spirit has awakened.
again, they ride, ride, ride, ride, ride, [F]
like [C] those men of [G] yesterday.
on the wall look as if they're [C] living, they never died at all.
like [C] those men of [G] yesterday.
And [C] they ride, ride, ride, [F] ride, ride, [G] ride in the [C] name of gray.
That phantom band of [G] horsemen, riding in the sky, sentries of the spirit, [C] they never will let die.
in vain, the spirit has awakened.
again, they ride, ride, ride, ride, ride, [F]
like [C] those men of [G] yesterday.
100% ➙ 101BPM
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_ _ There's a rusty [G] stirrup, a rotting bambalier, an old Martini [C] Henry, from history's frontier, in the State [G] Museum.
Those pictures on the wall look as if they're [C] living, they never died at all.
They ride, ride, ride, [F] ride, ride, like [C] those men of [G] yesterday. _
And [C] they ride, ride, ride, [F] ride, _ ride, [G] ride in the [C] name of gray. _
_ That phantom band of [G] horsemen, riding in the sky, _ sentries of the spirit, [C] they never will let die.
Their long, lonely [G] vigil hasn't been in vain, the spirit has awakened.
[C] The horsemen ride again, they ride, ride, ride, ride, ride, [F]
like [C] those men of [G] yesterday. _
[C] And they ride, ride, ride, ride, [F] _ ride, [G] ride in the name [C] of gray. _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ There's a shining stirrup, [A] a loaded magazine, an automatic rifle, [D] a suit of jungle green.
There's a band of [A] horsemen, riding on the patrol, fighting from the saddle, [D] like in days of old.
They ride, ride, ride, [G] ride, ride, like [D] those men of [A] yesterday.
_ And they [D] ride, ride, ride, ride, [G] ride, _ _ [A] ride in the name [D] of gray.
_ They ride, ride, ride, ride, [G] ride, _ like [D] those men of [A] yesterday.
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ There's a rusty [G] stirrup, a rotting bambalier, an old Martini [C] Henry, from history's frontier, in the State [G] Museum.
Those pictures on the wall look as if they're [C] living, they never died at all.
They ride, ride, ride, [F] ride, ride, like [C] those men of [G] yesterday. _
And [C] they ride, ride, ride, [F] ride, _ ride, [G] ride in the [C] name of gray. _
_ That phantom band of [G] horsemen, riding in the sky, _ sentries of the spirit, [C] they never will let die.
Their long, lonely [G] vigil hasn't been in vain, the spirit has awakened.
[C] The horsemen ride again, they ride, ride, ride, ride, ride, [F]
like [C] those men of [G] yesterday. _
[C] And they ride, ride, ride, ride, [F] _ ride, [G] ride in the name [C] of gray. _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ There's a shining stirrup, [A] a loaded magazine, an automatic rifle, [D] a suit of jungle green.
There's a band of [A] horsemen, riding on the patrol, fighting from the saddle, [D] like in days of old.
They ride, ride, ride, [G] ride, ride, like [D] those men of [A] yesterday.
_ And they [D] ride, ride, ride, ride, [G] ride, _ _ [A] ride in the name [D] of gray.
_ They ride, ride, ride, ride, [G] ride, _ like [D] those men of [A] yesterday.
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
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