Chords for Lucinda Williams: Ugly Truth
Tempo:
121.25 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
A
Em
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
I had this woman come backstage one time several years ago after I'd sung one of my songs
and she said, I can't listen to that song.
It just, I can't listen to it.
It just, it's just, it makes me remember things.
I said, well that's the point.
This is called Ugly Truth.
Hide [G]
your background, [A] hide your fame, hide [C] your given middle [G]
name.
Swallow your pride, swallow your [A]
pills.
In your [C]
house, up on [G] the hill.
Leave your husband, [Em] [G] leave [A] your [Am] wife.
Keep [C] on running your [G] whole life.
Sweep your dirt [Em] [G] under [Am] the rug.
Fix [C] your hurt with a [G] little love.
[Em] [G] From [C] the cradle to the grave, you [G] will always be a slave
to [A] the quiet darkness [C] of your [G]
memories.
[Em] [G] And that's [C] the truth, my friend.
The ugly [G]
truth, my friend.
I got [Am]
proof, my friend.
[C] And that's [G] the truth.
[Em] [G] [Am]
[C] [G]
[Em] [G] Keep your secrets to [Am]
yourself.
Keep [C] your paperbacks up on [G] the shelf.
Burn your bridges, burn your [A]
friends.
Blow [C] them kisses and make [G] them in.
Take the high road or take [A] the low.
[Am] No one [C] but you and God will ever [G]
know.
And you might play rough and [A] win or lose.
Either [C] way, love, you'll get [G] the blues.
From [C] the cradle to the grave, [G] you will always be a slave
[A] to the quiet [C] darkness of your [G]
memories.
And that's [C] the truth, my friend.
The ugly [G] truth, my friend.
I got [A] proof, my friend.
[C] And that's [G] the truth.
That's [C] the truth, my friend.
The [G] ugly truth, my friend.
I got [A] proof, my [C] friend.
And [G] that's the truth.
I got [A] proof, my friend.
[C] And [G] that's the truth.
[E] I
[Eb] tell you what, I'll make you look at this true stuff, huh?
[N]
and she said, I can't listen to that song.
It just, I can't listen to it.
It just, it's just, it makes me remember things.
I said, well that's the point.
This is called Ugly Truth.
Hide [G]
your background, [A] hide your fame, hide [C] your given middle [G]
name.
Swallow your pride, swallow your [A]
pills.
In your [C]
house, up on [G] the hill.
Leave your husband, [Em] [G] leave [A] your [Am] wife.
Keep [C] on running your [G] whole life.
Sweep your dirt [Em] [G] under [Am] the rug.
Fix [C] your hurt with a [G] little love.
[Em] [G] From [C] the cradle to the grave, you [G] will always be a slave
to [A] the quiet darkness [C] of your [G]
memories.
[Em] [G] And that's [C] the truth, my friend.
The ugly [G]
truth, my friend.
I got [Am]
proof, my friend.
[C] And that's [G] the truth.
[Em] [G] [Am]
[C] [G]
[Em] [G] Keep your secrets to [Am]
yourself.
Keep [C] your paperbacks up on [G] the shelf.
Burn your bridges, burn your [A]
friends.
Blow [C] them kisses and make [G] them in.
Take the high road or take [A] the low.
[Am] No one [C] but you and God will ever [G]
know.
And you might play rough and [A] win or lose.
Either [C] way, love, you'll get [G] the blues.
From [C] the cradle to the grave, [G] you will always be a slave
[A] to the quiet [C] darkness of your [G]
memories.
And that's [C] the truth, my friend.
The ugly [G] truth, my friend.
I got [A] proof, my friend.
[C] And that's [G] the truth.
That's [C] the truth, my friend.
The [G] ugly truth, my friend.
I got [A] proof, my [C] friend.
And [G] that's the truth.
I got [A] proof, my friend.
[C] And [G] that's the truth.
[E] I
[Eb] tell you what, I'll make you look at this true stuff, huh?
[N]
Key:
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I had this woman come backstage one time several years ago after I'd sung one of my songs
and _ _ _ she said, I can't listen to that song.
It just, I can't listen to it.
It just, it's just, it makes me remember things. _
_ _ _ _ _ I said, well that's the point.
_ _ _ This is called Ugly Truth.
_ Hide [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ your background, _ _ _ _ _ [A] hide your _ fame, _ _ _ hide [C] your given _ _ _ _ middle [G] _
name.
_ _ _ Swallow your pride, _ _ _ swallow your [A]
pills.
_ _ _ _ In your [C]
house, _ _ _ up on [G] the hill.
_ _ _ _ Leave your husband, _ [Em] _ [G] _ _ leave [A] your [Am] wife.
_ _ _ Keep [C] on running _ your _ _ [G] whole life.
_ _ _ _ Sweep your dirt _ [Em] _ [G] under _ [Am] the rug.
_ _ _ Fix [C] your hurt with _ _ a [G] little love.
[Em] _ [G] _ _ From [C] the cradle to the grave, you [G] will always be a slave
to [A] the quiet darkness [C] of your _ _ [G]
memories.
_ [Em] _ [G] _ And that's [C] the truth, my friend.
_ The ugly [G]
truth, my friend.
_ I got [Am]
proof, my friend.
[C] _ And that's [G] the truth.
_ [Em] _ [G] _ _ _ _ [Am] _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ [Em] _ [G] _ _ Keep your secrets _ _ _ to _ [Am]
yourself.
_ _ _ _ Keep [C] your _ _ paperbacks up on [G] the shelf.
_ _ _ _ Burn your bridges, _ _ _ _ burn your [A] _
friends.
_ _ _ Blow [C] them kisses _ and _ make [G] them in.
_ _ _ _ Take the high road _ or take [A] the low.
[Am] _ _ _ No one [C] but you and God _ will ever [G]
know.
_ _ _ And you might play rough _ and [A] win or lose.
_ _ _ _ Either [C] way, love, _ you'll get [G] the blues.
From _ _ _ [C] the cradle to the grave, [G] you will always be a slave
[A] to the quiet [C] darkness of your [G] _ _
memories.
_ And that's [C] the truth, my friend.
_ The ugly [G] truth, my friend.
I got [A] proof, my friend.
[C] _ And that's [G] the truth. _
_ _ _ That's [C] the truth, my friend.
_ The [G] ugly truth, my friend.
I got [A] proof, my [C] friend.
_ And [G] that's the truth. _ _
_ _ I got [A] proof, my friend.
[C] _ And [G] that's the truth. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] I _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ tell you what, I'll _ make you look at _ _ this true stuff, huh?
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _
and _ _ _ she said, I can't listen to that song.
It just, I can't listen to it.
It just, it's just, it makes me remember things. _
_ _ _ _ _ I said, well that's the point.
_ _ _ This is called Ugly Truth.
_ Hide [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ your background, _ _ _ _ _ [A] hide your _ fame, _ _ _ hide [C] your given _ _ _ _ middle [G] _
name.
_ _ _ Swallow your pride, _ _ _ swallow your [A]
pills.
_ _ _ _ In your [C]
house, _ _ _ up on [G] the hill.
_ _ _ _ Leave your husband, _ [Em] _ [G] _ _ leave [A] your [Am] wife.
_ _ _ Keep [C] on running _ your _ _ [G] whole life.
_ _ _ _ Sweep your dirt _ [Em] _ [G] under _ [Am] the rug.
_ _ _ Fix [C] your hurt with _ _ a [G] little love.
[Em] _ [G] _ _ From [C] the cradle to the grave, you [G] will always be a slave
to [A] the quiet darkness [C] of your _ _ [G]
memories.
_ [Em] _ [G] _ And that's [C] the truth, my friend.
_ The ugly [G]
truth, my friend.
_ I got [Am]
proof, my friend.
[C] _ And that's [G] the truth.
_ [Em] _ [G] _ _ _ _ [Am] _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ [Em] _ [G] _ _ Keep your secrets _ _ _ to _ [Am]
yourself.
_ _ _ _ Keep [C] your _ _ paperbacks up on [G] the shelf.
_ _ _ _ Burn your bridges, _ _ _ _ burn your [A] _
friends.
_ _ _ Blow [C] them kisses _ and _ make [G] them in.
_ _ _ _ Take the high road _ or take [A] the low.
[Am] _ _ _ No one [C] but you and God _ will ever [G]
know.
_ _ _ And you might play rough _ and [A] win or lose.
_ _ _ _ Either [C] way, love, _ you'll get [G] the blues.
From _ _ _ [C] the cradle to the grave, [G] you will always be a slave
[A] to the quiet [C] darkness of your [G] _ _
memories.
_ And that's [C] the truth, my friend.
_ The ugly [G] truth, my friend.
I got [A] proof, my friend.
[C] _ And that's [G] the truth. _
_ _ _ That's [C] the truth, my friend.
_ The [G] ugly truth, my friend.
I got [A] proof, my [C] friend.
_ And [G] that's the truth. _ _
_ _ I got [A] proof, my friend.
[C] _ And [G] that's the truth. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] I _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ tell you what, I'll _ make you look at _ _ this true stuff, huh?
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _