Chords for Ray LaMontagne - Empty [con subtítulos]
Tempo:
75.4 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
Bm
F#
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
![Ray LaMontagne - Empty [con subtítulos] chords](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/bzOX1b5lN8k/mqdefault.jpg)
Start Jamming...
[Bm]
[G]
[D] [G] [D]
[G]
[G] [D]
[Bm]
She [G] lifts her skirt up to her knees, walks through the golden roads where her bare [D] feet left.
She never [G] learned to count my blessings, or choose instead to dwell in my [D]
disaster.
[Bm] I walk on down that hill, [F#] through grass grown tall and brown, still [G] it's hard somehow to
let go [D] of my pain.
[Bm]
On past the busted, back [F#] of that old and rusted, got a lack [G] that sinks into this field [D] collecting rain.
Well I always feel [F#] this way, [D] so empty, [G] so [F#] strange.
[Bm]
[G] Of these cut throat, busted sunsets, these cold and damp white mornings I [D] have grown weary.
If [G] through my cracked and dusty, dime store lips I spoke these words out loud, would no
[D] one hear me?
[Bm] Lay your blouse across the chair, [F#] lift all the flowers from your [G] hair and kiss me with
that country mouth so vain.
[Bm]
Outside the rain is tapping [F#] on the leaves, to me it sounds like [G] they're applauding us,
the quiet [D] love we've made.
Well I [G] always feel [F#] this way, [D] so empty, [G] so [F#] strange.
[Bm] [G]
[D]
[G]
[D]
[Bm]
[G] I looked my demons in the eyes, laid bare my chest, said do [D] your best to destroy me.
[G] You see I've been to hell and back so many times, you must admit you [D] kinda warned me.
[Bm] There's a lot of things that can kill a man, [F#] some are raised to die.
[G] Yes there's some already dead that walk [D] beside me.
[Bm] There's a lot of things I don't understand, [F#] for so many people I, see [G] their hurt I hide
that fuels the [D] fire inside me.
Well I [A] always [G] feel [Bm] this [F#]
way, [D] so [A] empty, [G] so [Bm] [F#] strange.
[Bm]
[B]
[N]
[G]
[D] [G] [D]
[G]
[G] [D]
[Bm]
She [G] lifts her skirt up to her knees, walks through the golden roads where her bare [D] feet left.
She never [G] learned to count my blessings, or choose instead to dwell in my [D]
disaster.
[Bm] I walk on down that hill, [F#] through grass grown tall and brown, still [G] it's hard somehow to
let go [D] of my pain.
[Bm]
On past the busted, back [F#] of that old and rusted, got a lack [G] that sinks into this field [D] collecting rain.
Well I always feel [F#] this way, [D] so empty, [G] so [F#] strange.
[Bm]
[G] Of these cut throat, busted sunsets, these cold and damp white mornings I [D] have grown weary.
If [G] through my cracked and dusty, dime store lips I spoke these words out loud, would no
[D] one hear me?
[Bm] Lay your blouse across the chair, [F#] lift all the flowers from your [G] hair and kiss me with
that country mouth so vain.
[Bm]
Outside the rain is tapping [F#] on the leaves, to me it sounds like [G] they're applauding us,
the quiet [D] love we've made.
Well I [G] always feel [F#] this way, [D] so empty, [G] so [F#] strange.
[Bm] [G]
[D]
[G]
[D]
[Bm]
[G] I looked my demons in the eyes, laid bare my chest, said do [D] your best to destroy me.
[G] You see I've been to hell and back so many times, you must admit you [D] kinda warned me.
[Bm] There's a lot of things that can kill a man, [F#] some are raised to die.
[G] Yes there's some already dead that walk [D] beside me.
[Bm] There's a lot of things I don't understand, [F#] for so many people I, see [G] their hurt I hide
that fuels the [D] fire inside me.
Well I [A] always [G] feel [Bm] this [F#]
way, [D] so [A] empty, [G] so [Bm] [F#] strange.
[Bm]
[B]
[N]
Key:
G
D
Bm
F#
A
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D
Bm
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ _ _ She [G] lifts her skirt up to her knees, walks through the golden roads where her bare [D] feet left.
_ _ _ _ She never [G] learned to count my blessings, or choose instead to dwell in my [D]
disaster.
_ _ _ _ _ [Bm] I walk on down that hill, [F#] through grass grown tall and brown, still [G] it's hard somehow to
let go [D] of my pain.
_ _ [Bm]
On past the busted, back [F#] of that old and rusted, got a lack [G] that sinks into this field [D] collecting rain.
_ Well I always feel _ [F#] this way, _ _ _ _ _ [D] so _ empty, [G] so _ [F#] strange.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] Of these cut throat, busted sunsets, these cold and damp white mornings I [D] have grown weary.
_ _ _ If [G] through my cracked and dusty, dime store lips I spoke these words out loud, would no
[D] one hear me?
_ _ _ _ [Bm] Lay your blouse across the chair, [F#] lift all the flowers from your [G] hair and kiss me with
that country mouth so vain.
_ [Bm]
Outside the rain is tapping [F#] on the leaves, to me it sounds like [G] they're applauding us,
the quiet [D] love we've made.
Well I _ [G] always feel [F#] this way, _ _ _ _ _ [D] so _ empty, [G] so _ [F#] strange.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] I looked my demons in the eyes, laid bare my chest, said do [D] your best to destroy me.
_ _ _ _ [G] You see I've been to hell and back so many times, you must admit you [D] kinda warned me.
_ _ _ _ [Bm] There's a lot of things that can kill a man, [F#] some are raised to die.
[G] Yes there's some already dead that walk [D] beside me.
[Bm] There's a lot of things I don't understand, [F#] for so many people I, see [G] their hurt I hide
that fuels the [D] fire inside me.
Well I _ [A] always [G] feel [Bm] this [F#]
way, _ _ _ _ _ [D] so [A] empty, _ [G] so [Bm] _ [F#] strange.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ _ _ She [G] lifts her skirt up to her knees, walks through the golden roads where her bare [D] feet left.
_ _ _ _ She never [G] learned to count my blessings, or choose instead to dwell in my [D]
disaster.
_ _ _ _ _ [Bm] I walk on down that hill, [F#] through grass grown tall and brown, still [G] it's hard somehow to
let go [D] of my pain.
_ _ [Bm]
On past the busted, back [F#] of that old and rusted, got a lack [G] that sinks into this field [D] collecting rain.
_ Well I always feel _ [F#] this way, _ _ _ _ _ [D] so _ empty, [G] so _ [F#] strange.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] Of these cut throat, busted sunsets, these cold and damp white mornings I [D] have grown weary.
_ _ _ If [G] through my cracked and dusty, dime store lips I spoke these words out loud, would no
[D] one hear me?
_ _ _ _ [Bm] Lay your blouse across the chair, [F#] lift all the flowers from your [G] hair and kiss me with
that country mouth so vain.
_ [Bm]
Outside the rain is tapping [F#] on the leaves, to me it sounds like [G] they're applauding us,
the quiet [D] love we've made.
Well I _ [G] always feel [F#] this way, _ _ _ _ _ [D] so _ empty, [G] so _ [F#] strange.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] I looked my demons in the eyes, laid bare my chest, said do [D] your best to destroy me.
_ _ _ _ [G] You see I've been to hell and back so many times, you must admit you [D] kinda warned me.
_ _ _ _ [Bm] There's a lot of things that can kill a man, [F#] some are raised to die.
[G] Yes there's some already dead that walk [D] beside me.
[Bm] There's a lot of things I don't understand, [F#] for so many people I, see [G] their hurt I hide
that fuels the [D] fire inside me.
Well I _ [A] always [G] feel [Bm] this [F#]
way, _ _ _ _ _ [D] so [A] empty, _ [G] so [Bm] _ [F#] strange.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _