Empty Chords by Ray Lamontagne
Tempo:
77.7 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
Bm
F#
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Bm]
[G]
[D]
[G]
[D]
[Bm]
[G]
[D]
[G]
and [D] my disasters.
[Bm] I'll walk on down the hill,
[F#] through grass grown tall and brown,
[G] still it's horrisome how to let [D] go of my pain.
[Bm] On past the busted [F#] back of that old arrest,
that [G] Cadillac that sinks into its field,
[D] collecting rain,
well I [A] [G] always [Bm] feel pity,
[F#]
[D] so empty, [G] so [Bm] strange.
[F#]
[Bm]
[G] Though these cut throat busted sunsets,
these cold and damp white mornings,
[D] I have grown so weary.
If [G] through my cracked and dusty dime store lips,
I spoke these words out loud,
would [D] no one hear me?
[Bm] Lay your blouse across the chair,
[F#] left all the flowers from your [G] hair,
and kiss me, country [D] mouth so plain.
[Bm] Outside the rain is tapping on [F#] the leaves,
to me it sounds like [G] they're applauding us,
the quiet love [D] we have made.
Well I [A] always [G] feel [Bm] [F#] this pain,
[D] so [A] empty, [G] so [Bm] strange.
[F#]
[Bm]
[G]
[D]
[G]
[D]
[Bm]
[G] I looked my demons in the eyes,
laid bare my chest to sit through your [D] mess,
and you must destroy me.
[G] See I've been to hell and back so many times,
I must admit you've [D] kind of bored me.
[Bm] There's a lot of things that can kill a man,
[F#] there's a lot of ways to die,
[G] it's as if I'm already dead,
but walk [D] beside me.
[Bm] There's a lot of things I don't understand,
[F#] why so many people lie,
so [G] they hurt I hide that fuels the [D] fire inside.
Well I [A] always [G] feel [Bm] this [F#] pain,
[D] so [A] empty, [G] so [Bm] [F#] strange.
[Bm]
[N]
It's Eric Hayward on the pedal steel.
[C]
[G]
[D]
[G]
[D]
[Bm]
[G]
[D]
[G]
and [D] my disasters.
[Bm] I'll walk on down the hill,
[F#] through grass grown tall and brown,
[G] still it's horrisome how to let [D] go of my pain.
[Bm] On past the busted [F#] back of that old arrest,
that [G] Cadillac that sinks into its field,
[D] collecting rain,
well I [A] [G] always [Bm] feel pity,
[F#]
[D] so empty, [G] so [Bm] strange.
[F#]
[Bm]
[G] Though these cut throat busted sunsets,
these cold and damp white mornings,
[D] I have grown so weary.
If [G] through my cracked and dusty dime store lips,
I spoke these words out loud,
would [D] no one hear me?
[Bm] Lay your blouse across the chair,
[F#] left all the flowers from your [G] hair,
and kiss me, country [D] mouth so plain.
[Bm] Outside the rain is tapping on [F#] the leaves,
to me it sounds like [G] they're applauding us,
the quiet love [D] we have made.
Well I [A] always [G] feel [Bm] [F#] this pain,
[D] so [A] empty, [G] so [Bm] strange.
[F#]
[Bm]
[G]
[D]
[G]
[D]
[Bm]
[G] I looked my demons in the eyes,
laid bare my chest to sit through your [D] mess,
and you must destroy me.
[G] See I've been to hell and back so many times,
I must admit you've [D] kind of bored me.
[Bm] There's a lot of things that can kill a man,
[F#] there's a lot of ways to die,
[G] it's as if I'm already dead,
but walk [D] beside me.
[Bm] There's a lot of things I don't understand,
[F#] why so many people lie,
so [G] they hurt I hide that fuels the [D] fire inside.
Well I [A] always [G] feel [Bm] this [F#] pain,
[D] so [A] empty, [G] so [Bm] [F#] strange.
[Bm]
[N]
It's Eric Hayward on the pedal steel.
[C]
Key:
G
D
Bm
F#
A
G
D
Bm
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
and [D] my disasters. _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] I'll walk on down the hill,
[F#] through grass grown tall and brown,
[G] still it's horrisome how to let [D] go of my pain.
_ [Bm] On past the busted [F#] back of that old arrest,
that [G] Cadillac that sinks into its field,
[D] collecting rain,
well I [A] _ [G] always [Bm] feel pity,
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ so empty, [G] so [Bm] strange.
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] Though these cut throat busted sunsets,
these cold and damp white mornings,
[D] I have grown so weary. _ _ _
If [G] through my cracked and dusty dime store lips,
I spoke these words out loud,
would [D] no one hear me? _ _
_ [Bm] Lay your blouse across the chair,
[F#] left all the flowers from your [G] hair,
and kiss me, country [D] mouth so plain.
_ _ [Bm] Outside the rain is tapping on [F#] the leaves,
to me it sounds like [G] they're applauding us,
the quiet love [D] we have made.
_ Well I [A] always [G] feel [Bm] _ [F#] this pain, _ _ _ _
_ [D] so _ [A] empty, [G] so [Bm] strange.
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] I looked my demons in the eyes,
laid bare my chest to sit through your [D] mess,
and you must destroy me. _ _ _
_ [G] See I've been to hell and back so many times,
I must admit you've [D] kind of bored me. _ _ _
_ [Bm] There's a lot of things that can kill a man,
[F#] there's a lot of ways to die,
[G] it's as if I'm already dead,
but walk [D] beside me.
_ [Bm] There's a lot of things I don't understand,
[F#] why so many people lie,
so [G] they hurt I hide that fuels the [D] fire inside.
_ Well I [A] always _ [G] feel [Bm] this [F#] pain, _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] so [A] empty, _ [G] so [Bm] _ [F#] strange. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
It's Eric Hayward on the pedal steel. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
and [D] my disasters. _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] I'll walk on down the hill,
[F#] through grass grown tall and brown,
[G] still it's horrisome how to let [D] go of my pain.
_ [Bm] On past the busted [F#] back of that old arrest,
that [G] Cadillac that sinks into its field,
[D] collecting rain,
well I [A] _ [G] always [Bm] feel pity,
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ so empty, [G] so [Bm] strange.
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] Though these cut throat busted sunsets,
these cold and damp white mornings,
[D] I have grown so weary. _ _ _
If [G] through my cracked and dusty dime store lips,
I spoke these words out loud,
would [D] no one hear me? _ _
_ [Bm] Lay your blouse across the chair,
[F#] left all the flowers from your [G] hair,
and kiss me, country [D] mouth so plain.
_ _ [Bm] Outside the rain is tapping on [F#] the leaves,
to me it sounds like [G] they're applauding us,
the quiet love [D] we have made.
_ Well I [A] always [G] feel [Bm] _ [F#] this pain, _ _ _ _
_ [D] so _ [A] empty, [G] so [Bm] strange.
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] I looked my demons in the eyes,
laid bare my chest to sit through your [D] mess,
and you must destroy me. _ _ _
_ [G] See I've been to hell and back so many times,
I must admit you've [D] kind of bored me. _ _ _
_ [Bm] There's a lot of things that can kill a man,
[F#] there's a lot of ways to die,
[G] it's as if I'm already dead,
but walk [D] beside me.
_ [Bm] There's a lot of things I don't understand,
[F#] why so many people lie,
so [G] they hurt I hide that fuels the [D] fire inside.
_ Well I [A] always _ [G] feel [Bm] this [F#] pain, _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] so [A] empty, _ [G] so [Bm] _ [F#] strange. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
It's Eric Hayward on the pedal steel. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _