Chords for Ryan Bingham - The Poet
Tempo:
71.55 bpm
Chords used:
E
Em
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[E]
[Em]
[E] As I get long gone, out where that wind blows, a desert sky she flies by for miles.
As I keep walking, people keep a-talking about things they've never seen or done.
Homeless, sleeping apart, sweethearts kissing [B] the dark, I myself [E] just move on through time.
Holding, it keeps shining, grids keep on dining, and oh how I love the [Em] highway song.
[E] Out to the back, the poet writes his songs [Em] in blood.
[E]
Where the coyotes are calling, stars keep on falling, your mother, well she won't be around.
Well a feather blows down the road and the wind is cold and your wings are broke and your heart is beating like a drum.
Lonely and wasted, her eyes replaced it, don't think I'll make another mile.
Town to town I run, my horse ain't too drunk, the wind is singing to the sun.
[B] Out to the back, [E] the poet writes his [Em] songs in blood.
[B] [E]
Where the jukebox is barking, I'm just getting started, like yeah, see the light of day.
Where the [B] senoritas lose it to the mariachi music, cause New [Em] York is too far away.
And the band keeps on playing with beer [B] bottles breaking, barmaid I heard she [Em] pulled a gun.
[B] Poet takes a pistol, points it at his sister, says honey, your day [Em] is done.
[E] Now to the back, the poet writes his songs in blood.
[Em]
[E] As I get long gone, out where that wind blows, a desert sky she flies by for miles.
As I keep walking, people keep a-talking about things they've never seen or done.
Homeless, sleeping apart, sweethearts kissing [B] the dark, I myself [E] just move on through time.
Holding, it keeps shining, grids keep on dining, and oh how I love the [Em] highway song.
[E] Out to the back, the poet writes his songs [Em] in blood.
[E]
Where the coyotes are calling, stars keep on falling, your mother, well she won't be around.
Well a feather blows down the road and the wind is cold and your wings are broke and your heart is beating like a drum.
Lonely and wasted, her eyes replaced it, don't think I'll make another mile.
Town to town I run, my horse ain't too drunk, the wind is singing to the sun.
[B] Out to the back, [E] the poet writes his [Em] songs in blood.
[B] [E]
Where the jukebox is barking, I'm just getting started, like yeah, see the light of day.
Where the [B] senoritas lose it to the mariachi music, cause New [Em] York is too far away.
And the band keeps on playing with beer [B] bottles breaking, barmaid I heard she [Em] pulled a gun.
[B] Poet takes a pistol, points it at his sister, says honey, your day [Em] is done.
[E] Now to the back, the poet writes his songs in blood.
Key:
E
Em
B
E
Em
B
E
Em
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _
[E] As I get long gone, out where that wind blows, a desert sky she flies by for miles.
_ _ As I keep walking, people keep a-talking about things they've never seen or done. _
_ _ _ Homeless, sleeping apart, sweethearts kissing [B] the dark, I myself [E] just move on through time. _ _ _
Holding, it keeps shining, grids keep on dining, and oh how I love the [Em] highway song.
_ _ _ [E] Out to the back, the poet writes his songs [Em] in blood. _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Where the coyotes are calling, stars keep on falling, your mother, well she won't be around. _ _
Well a feather blows down the road and the wind is cold and your wings are broke and your heart is beating like a drum.
_ _ _ Lonely and wasted, her eyes replaced it, don't think I'll make another mile. _
_ _ Town to town I run, my horse ain't too drunk, the wind is singing to the sun. _ _ _
[B] Out to the back, [E] the poet writes his [Em] songs in blood. _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Where the jukebox is barking, I'm just getting started, like yeah, see the light of day.
_ _ Where the [B] senoritas lose it to the mariachi music, cause New [Em] York is too far away. _ _
And the band keeps on playing with beer [B] bottles breaking, barmaid I heard she [Em] pulled a gun.
_ _ _ [B] Poet takes a pistol, points it at his sister, says honey, your day [Em] is done.
_ _ [E] Now to the back, the poet writes his songs in blood. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _
[E] As I get long gone, out where that wind blows, a desert sky she flies by for miles.
_ _ As I keep walking, people keep a-talking about things they've never seen or done. _
_ _ _ Homeless, sleeping apart, sweethearts kissing [B] the dark, I myself [E] just move on through time. _ _ _
Holding, it keeps shining, grids keep on dining, and oh how I love the [Em] highway song.
_ _ _ [E] Out to the back, the poet writes his songs [Em] in blood. _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Where the coyotes are calling, stars keep on falling, your mother, well she won't be around. _ _
Well a feather blows down the road and the wind is cold and your wings are broke and your heart is beating like a drum.
_ _ _ Lonely and wasted, her eyes replaced it, don't think I'll make another mile. _
_ _ Town to town I run, my horse ain't too drunk, the wind is singing to the sun. _ _ _
[B] Out to the back, [E] the poet writes his [Em] songs in blood. _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Where the jukebox is barking, I'm just getting started, like yeah, see the light of day.
_ _ Where the [B] senoritas lose it to the mariachi music, cause New [Em] York is too far away. _ _
And the band keeps on playing with beer [B] bottles breaking, barmaid I heard she [Em] pulled a gun.
_ _ _ [B] Poet takes a pistol, points it at his sister, says honey, your day [Em] is done.
_ _ [E] Now to the back, the poet writes his songs in blood. _ _ _ _ _ _