Chords for Kasey Chambers & Shane Nicholson - Rattlin' Bones
Tempo:
64.925 bpm
Chords used:
F
Fm
Bb
C
Ab
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F] [Fm]
[F] [Bb] [F]
Smoke don't rise, fuel don't burn, sun don't shine no more.
Late one night, sorrow come round, scratching at my door.
But I cut my hands and break my back, dragging this bag of stones.
Till they bury me down beneath the ground with [Bb] the dust [F] and rattling bones.
[Fm] [F] [Fm] [F]
Left my home and left my love, caught on a rusty nail.
Devil rose up, heavy with [C] gold, my [F] soul's not for sale.
Then a holy man in a house [C] of God, he offered [F] me a book of prayers.
But when I left my home and left my love, I left [Bb] my [F] faith back there.
Smoke don't rise, fuel don't burn, sun don't shine no more.
Late one night, sorrow come round, scratching at [Fm] my door.
[F] But I cut my hands and break my back, dragging this bag of [Fm] stones.
[F] Till they bury me down beneath the ground with the dust and rattling bones.
[Fm] [F]
[Fm] [F] [Ab] [F]
[Ab] [F] Shut my eyes and hang my [C] head, darkness [F] makes no sound.
Climbing up a [Cm] bottleneck, birds on [F] the way back down.
When a sadness falls on the morning bird, wonder what the day will bring.
But I shut my eyes and hang my head, at least that bird [Ab] can [F] sing.
Smoke don't rise, fuel don't burn, sun don't shine no more.
Late one night, sorrow come round, scratching at my door.
But I cut my hands and break my back, dragging this bag of stones.
Till they bury me down beneath the [Cm] ground with the [Bb] dust and [F] rattling bones.
Till they bury [Fm] me down beneath the ground with [G] the dust [F] and rattling bones.
[Fm] [F] [F]
[N]
[F] [Bb] [F]
Smoke don't rise, fuel don't burn, sun don't shine no more.
Late one night, sorrow come round, scratching at my door.
But I cut my hands and break my back, dragging this bag of stones.
Till they bury me down beneath the ground with [Bb] the dust [F] and rattling bones.
[Fm] [F] [Fm] [F]
Left my home and left my love, caught on a rusty nail.
Devil rose up, heavy with [C] gold, my [F] soul's not for sale.
Then a holy man in a house [C] of God, he offered [F] me a book of prayers.
But when I left my home and left my love, I left [Bb] my [F] faith back there.
Smoke don't rise, fuel don't burn, sun don't shine no more.
Late one night, sorrow come round, scratching at [Fm] my door.
[F] But I cut my hands and break my back, dragging this bag of [Fm] stones.
[F] Till they bury me down beneath the ground with the dust and rattling bones.
[Fm] [F]
[Fm] [F] [Ab] [F]
[Ab] [F] Shut my eyes and hang my [C] head, darkness [F] makes no sound.
Climbing up a [Cm] bottleneck, birds on [F] the way back down.
When a sadness falls on the morning bird, wonder what the day will bring.
But I shut my eyes and hang my head, at least that bird [Ab] can [F] sing.
Smoke don't rise, fuel don't burn, sun don't shine no more.
Late one night, sorrow come round, scratching at my door.
But I cut my hands and break my back, dragging this bag of stones.
Till they bury me down beneath the [Cm] ground with the [Bb] dust and [F] rattling bones.
Till they bury [Fm] me down beneath the ground with [G] the dust [F] and rattling bones.
[Fm] [F] [F]
[N]
Key:
F
Fm
Bb
C
Ab
F
Fm
Bb
[F] _ _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ [Bb] _ [F] _ _
_ _ Smoke don't rise, fuel don't burn, sun don't shine no more.
Late one night, sorrow come round, scratching at my door.
But I cut my hands and break my back, dragging this bag of stones.
Till they bury me down beneath the ground with [Bb] the dust [F] and rattling bones. _ _ _ _
[Fm] _ _ [F] _ _ _ [Fm] _ [F] _ _
_ Left my home and left my love, caught on a rusty nail.
Devil rose up, heavy with [C] gold, my [F] soul's not for sale.
Then a holy man in a house [C] of God, he offered [F] me a book of prayers.
But when I left my home and left my love, I left [Bb] my [F] faith back there.
Smoke don't rise, fuel don't burn, sun don't shine no more.
Late one night, sorrow come round, scratching at [Fm] my door.
[F] But I cut my hands and break my back, dragging this bag of [Fm] stones.
[F] Till they bury me down beneath the ground with the dust and rattling bones.
_ [Fm] _ [F] _ _
[Fm] _ _ [F] _ _ _ [Ab] _ [F] _ _
_ [Ab] _ [F] Shut my eyes and hang my [C] head, darkness [F] makes no sound.
_ Climbing up a [Cm] bottleneck, birds on [F] the way back down.
When a sadness falls on the morning bird, wonder what the day will bring.
But I shut my eyes and hang my head, at least that bird [Ab] can [F] sing.
Smoke don't rise, fuel don't burn, sun don't shine no more.
Late one night, sorrow come round, scratching at my door.
But I cut my hands and break my back, dragging this bag of stones.
Till they bury me down beneath the [Cm] ground with the [Bb] dust and [F] rattling bones.
Till they bury [Fm] me down beneath the ground with [G] the dust [F] and rattling bones. _ _ _ _ _
[Fm] _ [F] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ [Bb] _ [F] _ _
_ _ Smoke don't rise, fuel don't burn, sun don't shine no more.
Late one night, sorrow come round, scratching at my door.
But I cut my hands and break my back, dragging this bag of stones.
Till they bury me down beneath the ground with [Bb] the dust [F] and rattling bones. _ _ _ _
[Fm] _ _ [F] _ _ _ [Fm] _ [F] _ _
_ Left my home and left my love, caught on a rusty nail.
Devil rose up, heavy with [C] gold, my [F] soul's not for sale.
Then a holy man in a house [C] of God, he offered [F] me a book of prayers.
But when I left my home and left my love, I left [Bb] my [F] faith back there.
Smoke don't rise, fuel don't burn, sun don't shine no more.
Late one night, sorrow come round, scratching at [Fm] my door.
[F] But I cut my hands and break my back, dragging this bag of [Fm] stones.
[F] Till they bury me down beneath the ground with the dust and rattling bones.
_ [Fm] _ [F] _ _
[Fm] _ _ [F] _ _ _ [Ab] _ [F] _ _
_ [Ab] _ [F] Shut my eyes and hang my [C] head, darkness [F] makes no sound.
_ Climbing up a [Cm] bottleneck, birds on [F] the way back down.
When a sadness falls on the morning bird, wonder what the day will bring.
But I shut my eyes and hang my head, at least that bird [Ab] can [F] sing.
Smoke don't rise, fuel don't burn, sun don't shine no more.
Late one night, sorrow come round, scratching at my door.
But I cut my hands and break my back, dragging this bag of stones.
Till they bury me down beneath the [Cm] ground with the [Bb] dust and [F] rattling bones.
Till they bury [Fm] me down beneath the ground with [G] the dust [F] and rattling bones. _ _ _ _ _
[Fm] _ [F] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _