Another Bag Of Bones Chords by Kevin Devine
Tempo:
147.6 bpm
Chords used:
F
Am
E
Em
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
This is a new song, it's called Another Bag of Bones.
[F#] [F]
[Am]
[E] [Am] [F]
[Am]
[E] [Am] [F]
[Am]
[E] [F]
[Am]
[Em] [F]
[Am]
[E] [Fm]
[Am]
[Em] [F] It's a 19 school girl, gagged and bound.
It's [Am] a tortured camp, it's a long way down.
It's [F] the constant racing shock of now.
And it's [Am] the whole damn world turned inside [Em] out.
Alright.
[F]
[A]
[E] [Am] [F]
[Am]
[E] [F] March to extinction with a dotted step.
It's his [Am] name in your mouth, it's his cross on your neck.
It's [F] a farm voice written over desert dirt.
And he's [Am] panting the old father in [E] staccato spurts.
Now [F] that's his automatic rifle and he tells no lies.
[Am] That's his truth in your stomach, it's no alibi.
[F] But the trouble lies on the other side.
[Am] With the equal truth, prepping [E] for his holy night.
He [F] sees the crescent, the star blink, and the virgin sky.
He hears [Am] the call of milk and honey [Em] from the afterlife.
And as [F] he eases to the checkpoint, he's calm and sure.
It's [Am] collateral damage, it's the [C] cost of war.
It's [F] another bag of bones for the gods to sort.
[Am] Just another bag of bones [C] for the gods [F] to sort.
[A]
[E] [Em] [F]
[Am]
[E] [C] It's a [F] species disappearing, all the birds fly south.
[F#m] In a January [Em] heatwave and a pulsing crowd.
[F] It's an African militia, kids with sub-machines.
It's a [Am] conflict diamond [Em] on your pride-to-be.
[F] It's the dispossessed lining up at every gate.
[Am] It's the facts we're facing, [C] faced way too late.
It's [F] the mission of modernity, go get what's yours.
Till [Am] there's nothing left over, till you'll get [Em] no more.
And [F] it's not what we're owed, but it's what we've earned.
[Am] And it's closer than we realize, [C] and it's time now to [F] burn.
[Am] And [E] oh, it's time now to [F] burn.
[Am] And oh, it's time now [F] to burn.
[Am]
[E] And oh, it's time now [F] to burn, to burn.
[Am] [E] [F] [N]
[F#] [F]
[Am]
[E] [Am] [F]
[Am]
[E] [Am] [F]
[Am]
[E] [F]
[Am]
[Em] [F]
[Am]
[E] [Fm]
[Am]
[Em] [F] It's a 19 school girl, gagged and bound.
It's [Am] a tortured camp, it's a long way down.
It's [F] the constant racing shock of now.
And it's [Am] the whole damn world turned inside [Em] out.
Alright.
[F]
[A]
[E] [Am] [F]
[Am]
[E] [F] March to extinction with a dotted step.
It's his [Am] name in your mouth, it's his cross on your neck.
It's [F] a farm voice written over desert dirt.
And he's [Am] panting the old father in [E] staccato spurts.
Now [F] that's his automatic rifle and he tells no lies.
[Am] That's his truth in your stomach, it's no alibi.
[F] But the trouble lies on the other side.
[Am] With the equal truth, prepping [E] for his holy night.
He [F] sees the crescent, the star blink, and the virgin sky.
He hears [Am] the call of milk and honey [Em] from the afterlife.
And as [F] he eases to the checkpoint, he's calm and sure.
It's [Am] collateral damage, it's the [C] cost of war.
It's [F] another bag of bones for the gods to sort.
[Am] Just another bag of bones [C] for the gods [F] to sort.
[A]
[E] [Em] [F]
[Am]
[E] [C] It's a [F] species disappearing, all the birds fly south.
[F#m] In a January [Em] heatwave and a pulsing crowd.
[F] It's an African militia, kids with sub-machines.
It's a [Am] conflict diamond [Em] on your pride-to-be.
[F] It's the dispossessed lining up at every gate.
[Am] It's the facts we're facing, [C] faced way too late.
It's [F] the mission of modernity, go get what's yours.
Till [Am] there's nothing left over, till you'll get [Em] no more.
And [F] it's not what we're owed, but it's what we've earned.
[Am] And it's closer than we realize, [C] and it's time now to [F] burn.
[Am] And [E] oh, it's time now to [F] burn.
[Am] And oh, it's time now [F] to burn.
[Am]
[E] And oh, it's time now [F] to burn, to burn.
[Am] [E] [F] [N]
Key:
F
Am
E
Em
C
F
Am
E
This is a new song, it's called Another Bag of Bones. _
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[E] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ [F] _ _ _
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_ [Em] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
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_ [E] _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ [F] It's a 19 school girl, gagged and bound.
It's [Am] a tortured camp, it's a long way down.
It's [F] the constant racing shock of now.
And it's [Am] the whole damn world turned inside [Em] out.
Alright.
[F] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ [F] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [F] March to extinction with a dotted step.
It's his [Am] name in your mouth, it's his cross on your neck.
It's [F] a farm voice written over desert dirt.
And he's [Am] panting the old father in [E] staccato spurts.
Now [F] that's his automatic rifle and he tells no lies.
[Am] That's his truth in your stomach, it's no _ alibi.
[F] But the trouble _ lies on the other side.
[Am] With the equal truth, prepping [E] for his holy night.
He [F] sees the crescent, the star blink, and the virgin sky.
He hears [Am] the call of milk and honey [Em] from the afterlife.
And as [F] he eases to the checkpoint, he's calm and sure.
It's [Am] collateral damage, it's the [C] cost of war.
It's [F] another bag of bones for the gods to sort.
[Am] Just another bag of bones [C] for the gods [F] to sort. _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ [Em] _ [F] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ [C] It's a [F] species disappearing, all the birds fly south.
[F#m] In a January [Em] heatwave and a pulsing crowd.
[F] It's an African militia, kids with sub-machines.
It's a [Am] conflict diamond [Em] on your pride-to-be.
[F] It's the dispossessed lining up at every gate.
[Am] It's the facts we're facing, [C] faced way too late.
It's [F] the mission of modernity, go get what's yours.
Till [Am] there's nothing left over, till you'll get [Em] no more.
And [F] it's not what we're owed, but it's what we've earned.
[Am] And it's closer than we realize, [C] and it's time now to [F] burn. _ _
_ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ And [E] oh, it's time now to [F] burn. _
_ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ And oh, it's time now [F] to burn. _ _
_ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
[E] And oh, it's time now [F] to burn, to burn.
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[E] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ [F] _ _ _
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_ [Em] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
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_ [E] _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ [F] It's a 19 school girl, gagged and bound.
It's [Am] a tortured camp, it's a long way down.
It's [F] the constant racing shock of now.
And it's [Am] the whole damn world turned inside [Em] out.
Alright.
[F] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ [F] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [F] March to extinction with a dotted step.
It's his [Am] name in your mouth, it's his cross on your neck.
It's [F] a farm voice written over desert dirt.
And he's [Am] panting the old father in [E] staccato spurts.
Now [F] that's his automatic rifle and he tells no lies.
[Am] That's his truth in your stomach, it's no _ alibi.
[F] But the trouble _ lies on the other side.
[Am] With the equal truth, prepping [E] for his holy night.
He [F] sees the crescent, the star blink, and the virgin sky.
He hears [Am] the call of milk and honey [Em] from the afterlife.
And as [F] he eases to the checkpoint, he's calm and sure.
It's [Am] collateral damage, it's the [C] cost of war.
It's [F] another bag of bones for the gods to sort.
[Am] Just another bag of bones [C] for the gods [F] to sort. _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ [Em] _ [F] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ [C] It's a [F] species disappearing, all the birds fly south.
[F#m] In a January [Em] heatwave and a pulsing crowd.
[F] It's an African militia, kids with sub-machines.
It's a [Am] conflict diamond [Em] on your pride-to-be.
[F] It's the dispossessed lining up at every gate.
[Am] It's the facts we're facing, [C] faced way too late.
It's [F] the mission of modernity, go get what's yours.
Till [Am] there's nothing left over, till you'll get [Em] no more.
And [F] it's not what we're owed, but it's what we've earned.
[Am] And it's closer than we realize, [C] and it's time now to [F] burn. _ _
_ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ And [E] oh, it's time now to [F] burn. _
_ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ And oh, it's time now [F] to burn. _ _
_ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
[E] And oh, it's time now [F] to burn, to burn.
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