Chords for Ray LaMontagne - Empty (lyrics)
Tempo:
81.15 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
Bm
F#
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Bm]
[G]
[D]
[G] [D] [G]
[D]
[D] [Bm]
She [G] lifts her skirt up to her knees, walks through the golden rows with her bare [D] feet laughing.
I never [G] learned to count my blessings, I choose instead to dwell in my [D] disaster.
[Bm] I walk on down the hill, [F#] through grass grown tall and brown, and still [G] it's hard somehow to let go of [D] my pain.
[A] [Bm] On past the busted back [F#] of that old and rusted Cadillac [G] that sinks into these fields [D] collecting rain.
Well I [A] always [G]
[Bm] feel this [F#] way, [D] so [A] empty, [G]
[Bm] so [F#] strange.
[Bm]
Of [G] these cut throat busted sunsets, these cold and damp white [D] mornings I have grown weary.
If through [G] my cracked and dusted down store lips I spoke these words out loud would no [D] one hear me.
Lay [Bm] your mouse across the chair, [F#] let fall the flowers from your hair [G] and kiss me with that country mouth [D] so plain.
[G] [Bm] Outside the rain is tapping on [F#] the leaves, to me it sounds like [G] they're appalling, the quiet love [D] we've made.
Well I [A] always [G]
[Bm] feel this [F#] way, [D] so [A] empty, [G] so [Bm] [F#] strange.
[Bm] Well
[G]
[D]
[G] [D] [G]
[D]
[Bm]
I [G] looked my demons in the eyes, laid bare my chest, said do [Bm] your best, [D] destroy me.
You see [G] I've been to hell and back so many times, I must admit [D] you're kind of bore.
But [Bm] there's a lot of things that can kill a man, [F#] there's a lot of ways to die.
There's sense [G] I'm already dead and won't be [D] sighed.
[Bm] There's a lot of things I don't understand, why [F#] so many people lie.
This [G] thick hard eye that fuels the fire [D] inside.
Well I [A] always [G]
[Bm] feel this [F#] way, [D] so [A] empty, [G] [Bm] so strange.
[F#] [Bm]
[G]
[D]
[G] [D] [G]
[D]
[D] [Bm]
She [G] lifts her skirt up to her knees, walks through the golden rows with her bare [D] feet laughing.
I never [G] learned to count my blessings, I choose instead to dwell in my [D] disaster.
[Bm] I walk on down the hill, [F#] through grass grown tall and brown, and still [G] it's hard somehow to let go of [D] my pain.
[A] [Bm] On past the busted back [F#] of that old and rusted Cadillac [G] that sinks into these fields [D] collecting rain.
Well I [A] always [G]
[Bm] feel this [F#] way, [D] so [A] empty, [G]
[Bm] so [F#] strange.
[Bm]
Of [G] these cut throat busted sunsets, these cold and damp white [D] mornings I have grown weary.
If through [G] my cracked and dusted down store lips I spoke these words out loud would no [D] one hear me.
Lay [Bm] your mouse across the chair, [F#] let fall the flowers from your hair [G] and kiss me with that country mouth [D] so plain.
[G] [Bm] Outside the rain is tapping on [F#] the leaves, to me it sounds like [G] they're appalling, the quiet love [D] we've made.
Well I [A] always [G]
[Bm] feel this [F#] way, [D] so [A] empty, [G] so [Bm] [F#] strange.
[Bm] Well
[G]
[D]
[G] [D] [G]
[D]
[Bm]
I [G] looked my demons in the eyes, laid bare my chest, said do [Bm] your best, [D] destroy me.
You see [G] I've been to hell and back so many times, I must admit [D] you're kind of bore.
But [Bm] there's a lot of things that can kill a man, [F#] there's a lot of ways to die.
There's sense [G] I'm already dead and won't be [D] sighed.
[Bm] There's a lot of things I don't understand, why [F#] so many people lie.
This [G] thick hard eye that fuels the fire [D] inside.
Well I [A] always [G]
[Bm] feel this [F#] way, [D] so [A] empty, [G] [Bm] so strange.
[F#] [Bm]
Key:
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Bm
F#
A
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She [G] lifts her skirt up to her knees, walks through the golden rows with her bare [D] feet laughing. _ _ _ _
I never [G] learned to count my blessings, I choose instead to dwell in my [D] disaster. _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] I walk on down the hill, [F#] through grass grown tall and brown, and still [G] it's hard somehow to let go of [D] my pain.
_ [A] _ [Bm] On past the busted back [F#] of that old and rusted Cadillac [G] that sinks into these fields [D] collecting rain.
_ Well I _ [A] always [G] _
[Bm] feel this [F#] way, _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] so [A] empty, _ [G] _
[Bm] so [F#] strange. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
Of [G] these cut throat busted sunsets, these cold and damp white [D] mornings I have grown weary. _ _ _
If through [G] my cracked and dusted down store lips I spoke these words out loud would no [D] one hear me. _ _ _
Lay [Bm] your mouse across the chair, [F#] let fall the flowers from your hair [G] and kiss me with that country mouth [D] so plain.
_ [G] _ [Bm] Outside the rain is tapping on [F#] the leaves, to me it sounds like [G] they're appalling, the quiet love [D] we've made.
Well I [A] always _ [G] _
[Bm] feel this [F#] way, _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] so _ [A] empty, [G] so [Bm] _ [F#] strange. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ Well _ _ _
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_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I [G] looked my demons in the eyes, laid bare my chest, said do [Bm] your best, [D] destroy me. _ _ _
You see [G] I've been to hell and back so many times, I must admit [D] you're kind of bore. _ _ _ _ _
But [Bm] there's a lot of things that can kill a man, [F#] there's a lot of ways to die.
There's sense [G] I'm already dead and won't be [D] sighed. _
_ [Bm] There's a lot of things I don't understand, why [F#] so many people lie.
This [G] thick hard eye that fuels the fire [D] inside.
_ Well I _ [A] always [G] _
[Bm] feel this [F#] way, _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] so [A] empty, _ [G] [Bm] so strange.
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She [G] lifts her skirt up to her knees, walks through the golden rows with her bare [D] feet laughing. _ _ _ _
I never [G] learned to count my blessings, I choose instead to dwell in my [D] disaster. _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] I walk on down the hill, [F#] through grass grown tall and brown, and still [G] it's hard somehow to let go of [D] my pain.
_ [A] _ [Bm] On past the busted back [F#] of that old and rusted Cadillac [G] that sinks into these fields [D] collecting rain.
_ Well I _ [A] always [G] _
[Bm] feel this [F#] way, _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] so [A] empty, _ [G] _
[Bm] so [F#] strange. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
Of [G] these cut throat busted sunsets, these cold and damp white [D] mornings I have grown weary. _ _ _
If through [G] my cracked and dusted down store lips I spoke these words out loud would no [D] one hear me. _ _ _
Lay [Bm] your mouse across the chair, [F#] let fall the flowers from your hair [G] and kiss me with that country mouth [D] so plain.
_ [G] _ [Bm] Outside the rain is tapping on [F#] the leaves, to me it sounds like [G] they're appalling, the quiet love [D] we've made.
Well I [A] always _ [G] _
[Bm] feel this [F#] way, _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] so _ [A] empty, [G] so [Bm] _ [F#] strange. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ Well _ _ _
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_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I [G] looked my demons in the eyes, laid bare my chest, said do [Bm] your best, [D] destroy me. _ _ _
You see [G] I've been to hell and back so many times, I must admit [D] you're kind of bore. _ _ _ _ _
But [Bm] there's a lot of things that can kill a man, [F#] there's a lot of ways to die.
There's sense [G] I'm already dead and won't be [D] sighed. _
_ [Bm] There's a lot of things I don't understand, why [F#] so many people lie.
This [G] thick hard eye that fuels the fire [D] inside.
_ Well I _ [A] always [G] _
[Bm] feel this [F#] way, _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] so [A] empty, _ [G] [Bm] so strange.
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