Chords for Ryan Sheridan The Dreamer lyrics
Tempo:
119.65 bpm
Chords used:
C#
F#
B
C
A#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[C#] [B] [C]
[C#] I got a hole in my pocket, I just can't [G#m] keep things.
I'm sick of the situation [F#] I'm in, and I'm sick of the bills [C#] that are weighing me down.
I'm so late, couldn't wait for the chance, and the 60-ball of my luck, it puts a rain [F#] on me.
It falls, they know they got a one [C#]-way ticket to hell.
If I was half a man, then I'd try [B] to be, to live [F#] my life in harmony.
My pockets need to be sold [C#] to hold my dreams.
I want the key to the city that's held [B] me down.
I'm sick of the stuff, you shake [A#m] my hand all [F#] over town.
And my face on the ball saying, vote [C#] me number one.
[F#] Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
One, two, three, four, this is for the dream.
[C] I move it, do it, lose it, I [C#] won't.
Don't tell me money's nothing.
Look around, [F#] can't get a job, and I work to live, I [C#] don't live to work.
My head's all filled with yes, I [B] can.
And my [C#] suitcase packed with my master [F#] plan, with my lucky penny swinging [C#] round my neck.
If I was half a man, then I won't [F#] be, with my demons stuck to some dream.
The only way that I need to [C#] go is up.
It's my time to shine, on the picket line, on my letters begged with my picket [A#m] sign.
Get your hands [F#] up.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
One, two, three, four, this is for the dream.
[G] I move it, do it, [B] lose it, [C#] I won't.
She hang me up to come.
She wish I am only.
I'm a dream to her.
She hang me up to come.
She wish I am only.
[F#] Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
One, two, [N] three, four, this is for the dream.
I move it, do it, lose it, [C#] I
[F#] won't.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, [G#] oh.
This is for the dream.
I move it.
[N] [C#]
[N]
[C#] I got a hole in my pocket, I just can't [G#m] keep things.
I'm sick of the situation [F#] I'm in, and I'm sick of the bills [C#] that are weighing me down.
I'm so late, couldn't wait for the chance, and the 60-ball of my luck, it puts a rain [F#] on me.
It falls, they know they got a one [C#]-way ticket to hell.
If I was half a man, then I'd try [B] to be, to live [F#] my life in harmony.
My pockets need to be sold [C#] to hold my dreams.
I want the key to the city that's held [B] me down.
I'm sick of the stuff, you shake [A#m] my hand all [F#] over town.
And my face on the ball saying, vote [C#] me number one.
[F#] Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
One, two, three, four, this is for the dream.
[C] I move it, do it, lose it, I [C#] won't.
Don't tell me money's nothing.
Look around, [F#] can't get a job, and I work to live, I [C#] don't live to work.
My head's all filled with yes, I [B] can.
And my [C#] suitcase packed with my master [F#] plan, with my lucky penny swinging [C#] round my neck.
If I was half a man, then I won't [F#] be, with my demons stuck to some dream.
The only way that I need to [C#] go is up.
It's my time to shine, on the picket line, on my letters begged with my picket [A#m] sign.
Get your hands [F#] up.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
One, two, three, four, this is for the dream.
[G] I move it, do it, [B] lose it, [C#] I won't.
She hang me up to come.
She wish I am only.
I'm a dream to her.
She hang me up to come.
She wish I am only.
[F#] Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
One, two, [N] three, four, this is for the dream.
I move it, do it, lose it, [C#] I
[F#] won't.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, [G#] oh.
This is for the dream.
I move it.
[N] [C#]
[N]
Key:
C#
F#
B
C
A#m
C#
F#
B
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ [C] _
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ I got a hole in my pocket, I just can't [G#m] keep things.
I'm sick of the situation [F#] I'm in, and I'm sick of the bills [C#] that are weighing me down. _
I'm so late, couldn't wait for the chance, and the 60-ball of my luck, it puts a rain [F#] on me.
It falls, they know they got a one [C#]-way ticket to hell. _
If I was half a man, then I'd try [B] to be, to live [F#] my life in harmony.
My pockets need to be sold [C#] to hold my dreams.
I want the key to the city that's held [B] me down.
I'm sick of the stuff, you shake [A#m] my hand all [F#] over town.
And my face on the ball saying, vote [C#] me number one. _ _ _
[F#] Oh, oh, _ oh, oh, oh.
One, two, three, four, this is for the dream.
[C] I move it, do it, lose it, I [C#] won't. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Don't tell me money's nothing.
Look around, [F#] can't get a job, and I work to live, I [C#] don't live to work.
_ My head's all filled with yes, I [B] can.
And my [C#] suitcase packed with my master [F#] plan, with my lucky penny swinging [C#] round my neck.
If I was half a man, then I won't [F#] be, with my demons stuck to some dream.
The only way that I need to [C#] go is up.
It's my time to shine, on the picket line, on my letters begged with my picket [A#m] sign.
Get your hands [F#] up.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
One, two, three, four, this is for the dream.
[G] I move it, do it, [B] lose it, [C#] I _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ won't.
She hang me up to come.
She wish I am only.
_ I'm a dream to her.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ She hang me up to come.
She wish I am only.
_ _ [F#] Oh, _ oh, oh, oh, oh.
One, two, [N] three, four, this is for the dream.
I move it, do it, lose it, [C#] I _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ won't.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, _ _ _ [G#] oh.
This is for the dream.
I move it.
[N] _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ I got a hole in my pocket, I just can't [G#m] keep things.
I'm sick of the situation [F#] I'm in, and I'm sick of the bills [C#] that are weighing me down. _
I'm so late, couldn't wait for the chance, and the 60-ball of my luck, it puts a rain [F#] on me.
It falls, they know they got a one [C#]-way ticket to hell. _
If I was half a man, then I'd try [B] to be, to live [F#] my life in harmony.
My pockets need to be sold [C#] to hold my dreams.
I want the key to the city that's held [B] me down.
I'm sick of the stuff, you shake [A#m] my hand all [F#] over town.
And my face on the ball saying, vote [C#] me number one. _ _ _
[F#] Oh, oh, _ oh, oh, oh.
One, two, three, four, this is for the dream.
[C] I move it, do it, lose it, I [C#] won't. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Don't tell me money's nothing.
Look around, [F#] can't get a job, and I work to live, I [C#] don't live to work.
_ My head's all filled with yes, I [B] can.
And my [C#] suitcase packed with my master [F#] plan, with my lucky penny swinging [C#] round my neck.
If I was half a man, then I won't [F#] be, with my demons stuck to some dream.
The only way that I need to [C#] go is up.
It's my time to shine, on the picket line, on my letters begged with my picket [A#m] sign.
Get your hands [F#] up.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
One, two, three, four, this is for the dream.
[G] I move it, do it, [B] lose it, [C#] I _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ won't.
She hang me up to come.
She wish I am only.
_ I'm a dream to her.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ She hang me up to come.
She wish I am only.
_ _ [F#] Oh, _ oh, oh, oh, oh.
One, two, [N] three, four, this is for the dream.
I move it, do it, lose it, [C#] I _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ won't.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, _ _ _ [G#] oh.
This is for the dream.
I move it.
[N] _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _