Chords for Rich Mullins Last Song "The Breaks"
Tempo:
148.25 bpm
Chords used:
A
E
B
F#
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[B] Yeah, [Bm] I wrote this in [E] Ireland.
Here's [A] my heart, take what [E] you want.
I [A] have no use [F#m] for it anyway.
Well, of [E] all the stupid things I've said.
This may [D] be the worst, could be [A] the best.
But those [Bm] are the [B]
days.
These are the losers.
[E] If I [B] can't give myself away.
I'm the only [F#] one to lose.
And I don't [A] want to lose.
[Em]
[Bm] It [A] is the sea that [F#m] makes a sailor.
[F#] And the land [B] that [E] shapes the sea.
And I do [A] not know yet.
What [F#] I'm made of.
[A]
Or [B] all I may [E] someday be.
But it is [A] the wood that makes a carpenter.
It's [B] the very tools of his [E] trade.
It [B] is the love that makes a lover.
And [A] the cross that makes a [E] saint.
[A]
[E]
Yeah, I got that song.
Here is [A] my song.
[E] Listen if you will.
I have [A] no heart for [F#] it anymore.
Just have to [G#] mine [F#] to cut it [E] loose.
[A] If it sails off into the deep.
Then I'll just [B] let it soar.
When the sky [B] is blue.
[A]
[E]
[B] And I won't be any poorer.
For giving [A] it its [F#] freedom.
It [B] is wonderful freedom.
It [A] is the sea that makes [F#m] a sailor.
[B] And the land that shapes [E] the sea.
And I do not know yet.
What I'm made of.
[Em] Or all I [B] may [E] someday be.
[F#] It's the very
[B] tools of his trade.
[B] It is the love that makes a lover.
And [A] the cross that makes a [E] saint.
[A]
[E]
No, [A] no, no.
[F#m]
And of [E] all of his stupid things.
I've ever said.
[G#m] [D] It may be the worst.
It may be [A] the best.
But [B] those [B] are the brave.
[E]
I [E] like that song.
Good, good job.
Here's [A] my heart, take what [E] you want.
I [A] have no use [F#m] for it anyway.
Well, of [E] all the stupid things I've said.
This may [D] be the worst, could be [A] the best.
But those [Bm] are the [B]
days.
These are the losers.
[E] If I [B] can't give myself away.
I'm the only [F#] one to lose.
And I don't [A] want to lose.
[Em]
[Bm] It [A] is the sea that [F#m] makes a sailor.
[F#] And the land [B] that [E] shapes the sea.
And I do [A] not know yet.
What [F#] I'm made of.
[A]
Or [B] all I may [E] someday be.
But it is [A] the wood that makes a carpenter.
It's [B] the very tools of his [E] trade.
It [B] is the love that makes a lover.
And [A] the cross that makes a [E] saint.
[A]
[E]
Yeah, I got that song.
Here is [A] my song.
[E] Listen if you will.
I have [A] no heart for [F#] it anymore.
Just have to [G#] mine [F#] to cut it [E] loose.
[A] If it sails off into the deep.
Then I'll just [B] let it soar.
When the sky [B] is blue.
[A]
[E]
[B] And I won't be any poorer.
For giving [A] it its [F#] freedom.
It [B] is wonderful freedom.
It [A] is the sea that makes [F#m] a sailor.
[B] And the land that shapes [E] the sea.
And I do not know yet.
What I'm made of.
[Em] Or all I [B] may [E] someday be.
[F#] It's the very
[B] tools of his trade.
[B] It is the love that makes a lover.
And [A] the cross that makes a [E] saint.
[A]
[E]
No, [A] no, no.
[F#m]
And of [E] all of his stupid things.
I've ever said.
[G#m] [D] It may be the worst.
It may be [A] the best.
But [B] those [B] are the brave.
[E]
I [E] like that song.
Good, good job.
Key:
A
E
B
F#
F#m
A
E
B
_ _ [B] _ _ Yeah, [Bm] I wrote this in [E] Ireland. _ _ _
_ _ _ Here's [A] my heart, _ take what [E] you want. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ I [A] have no _ _ use [F#m] for it anyway.
_ _ _ _ _
Well, of [E] all the stupid things I've said.
This may [D] be the worst, _ could be [A] the best.
But those [Bm] are the [B] _
days. _ _ _ _
These are the losers.
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] If I [B] can't give _ myself away.
I'm the only [F#] one to lose. _ _
_ _ _ _ _
And I don't [A] want to lose.
[Em] _
_ [Bm] It _ _ _ _ [A] is the sea that _ [F#m] makes a sailor. _
[F#] _ And the _ land [B] that [E] shapes the sea.
And I do [A] not know yet.
What [F#] I'm made of.
[A] _
Or [B] all I may _ [E] someday be.
But it is [A] the wood that makes a carpenter. _
It's [B] the very _ tools of his [E] trade. _ _
It [B] is the love that makes a lover. _ _
And [A] the cross that makes a [E] saint. _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
Yeah, I got that song. _
Here is [A] my _ song.
_ [E] Listen if you will.
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _
I have [A] no _ heart for [F#] it anymore. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
Just have to [G#] mine [F#] to cut it [E] loose. _ _
_ [A] If it sails off into the deep.
Then I'll just [B] let it soar.
_ _ _ When the sky [B] is blue.
[A] _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] And I won't be _ any poorer.
For giving [A] it its [F#] freedom. _
_ _ _ _ _ _
It [B] is wonderful _ freedom. _ _ _ _ _
_ It [A] is the sea that makes [F#m] a sailor.
_ [B] And the land that shapes [E] the sea.
And I do not know yet.
What I'm made of.
_ _ [Em] Or all I [B] may [E] someday be.
_ [F#] It's the very _
[B] tools of his trade. _ _
_ [B] It is the love that makes a lover. _ _
And [A] the cross that makes a [E] _ saint. _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ No, [A] no, no.
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _
And of [E] all of his stupid things.
I've ever said.
[G#m] _ [D] It may be the worst. _
It may be [A] the best. _
But [B] those [B] are the brave. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _
I _ [E] _ like that song.
_ Good, good job. _ _
_ _ _ Here's [A] my heart, _ take what [E] you want. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ I [A] have no _ _ use [F#m] for it anyway.
_ _ _ _ _
Well, of [E] all the stupid things I've said.
This may [D] be the worst, _ could be [A] the best.
But those [Bm] are the [B] _
days. _ _ _ _
These are the losers.
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] If I [B] can't give _ myself away.
I'm the only [F#] one to lose. _ _
_ _ _ _ _
And I don't [A] want to lose.
[Em] _
_ [Bm] It _ _ _ _ [A] is the sea that _ [F#m] makes a sailor. _
[F#] _ And the _ land [B] that [E] shapes the sea.
And I do [A] not know yet.
What [F#] I'm made of.
[A] _
Or [B] all I may _ [E] someday be.
But it is [A] the wood that makes a carpenter. _
It's [B] the very _ tools of his [E] trade. _ _
It [B] is the love that makes a lover. _ _
And [A] the cross that makes a [E] saint. _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
Yeah, I got that song. _
Here is [A] my _ song.
_ [E] Listen if you will.
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _
I have [A] no _ heart for [F#] it anymore. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
Just have to [G#] mine [F#] to cut it [E] loose. _ _
_ [A] If it sails off into the deep.
Then I'll just [B] let it soar.
_ _ _ When the sky [B] is blue.
[A] _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] And I won't be _ any poorer.
For giving [A] it its [F#] freedom. _
_ _ _ _ _ _
It [B] is wonderful _ freedom. _ _ _ _ _
_ It [A] is the sea that makes [F#m] a sailor.
_ [B] And the land that shapes [E] the sea.
And I do not know yet.
What I'm made of.
_ _ [Em] Or all I [B] may [E] someday be.
_ [F#] It's the very _
[B] tools of his trade. _ _
_ [B] It is the love that makes a lover. _ _
And [A] the cross that makes a [E] _ saint. _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ No, [A] no, no.
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _
And of [E] all of his stupid things.
I've ever said.
[G#m] _ [D] It may be the worst. _
It may be [A] the best. _
But [B] those [B] are the brave. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _
I _ [E] _ like that song.
_ Good, good job. _ _