Chords for The Tallest Man on Earth Performs "Revelation Blues" - City of Music
Tempo:
103.95 bpm
Chords used:
F
Bb
Dm
G
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Dm] [C] [F]
[Dm] [C] [F] I was more than just a [Bb] coward, I was handsome too, I [Dm] felt nothing when your foot came down.
[F] Holding funds that made me wonder [Bb] if the lights were on, with my hands that never touched [G] no ground.
When you're telling this in number [F] of the many times [Dm] you've gone, I could [Bb] lie, I don't give [G] out forgiven.
But sometimes it's just [F] roses dying too young.
[Dm]
[G] [F] And I'm fencing up the [Bb] hours in the fields of red, while you think I'm on a loveless [F] trade.
In the letters from the lovers, [Bb] in the length of wrong explanations, always [G] written late.
When you're telling the curse, the framing of the [Dm] crying you've heard sung, I could [Bb] lie, I don't give [F] out forgiven.
But sometimes it's just roses dying too young.
[Dm] Oh Lord.
[C]
[F] [Dm]
[C] [Dm] Will your train [F] of thoughts [Bb] always pass me here?
[G] [Dm] Will this fallen [F] pain and [Bb] its broken gears?
[Gm]
It's the [Dm] damn revelation [F] blues, when you [Bb] see the path, [Gm] and you know [Dm] you won't be the [F] last. Oh Lord.
[Bb] [G] I was [F] more than just a [Bb] terror, I was crying too, but you've shown me in the [F] cuts between.
That a wind is sometimes broken [Bb] and it's flying fast, there's no meaning on a ghost [G] within.
When you're telling this in hiding, that [Dm] your feelings always wrong, and [Bb] I always want to bring [G] you something.
But sometimes it's just roses [F] dying too young.
[Bb] Oh Lord.
[C] [F] [Dm]
[G] When you're telling this in hiding, that your feelings [Dm] always wrong, and [Bb] I always want to bring you [F] something.
But sometimes it's just roses dying [Bb] too young.
[G] [Dm] [Bb]
[C] [Bb] [F]
[C] [Dm]
[N]
[Dm] [C] [F] I was more than just a [Bb] coward, I was handsome too, I [Dm] felt nothing when your foot came down.
[F] Holding funds that made me wonder [Bb] if the lights were on, with my hands that never touched [G] no ground.
When you're telling this in number [F] of the many times [Dm] you've gone, I could [Bb] lie, I don't give [G] out forgiven.
But sometimes it's just [F] roses dying too young.
[Dm]
[G] [F] And I'm fencing up the [Bb] hours in the fields of red, while you think I'm on a loveless [F] trade.
In the letters from the lovers, [Bb] in the length of wrong explanations, always [G] written late.
When you're telling the curse, the framing of the [Dm] crying you've heard sung, I could [Bb] lie, I don't give [F] out forgiven.
But sometimes it's just roses dying too young.
[Dm] Oh Lord.
[C]
[F] [Dm]
[C] [Dm] Will your train [F] of thoughts [Bb] always pass me here?
[G] [Dm] Will this fallen [F] pain and [Bb] its broken gears?
[Gm]
It's the [Dm] damn revelation [F] blues, when you [Bb] see the path, [Gm] and you know [Dm] you won't be the [F] last. Oh Lord.
[Bb] [G] I was [F] more than just a [Bb] terror, I was crying too, but you've shown me in the [F] cuts between.
That a wind is sometimes broken [Bb] and it's flying fast, there's no meaning on a ghost [G] within.
When you're telling this in hiding, that [Dm] your feelings always wrong, and [Bb] I always want to bring [G] you something.
But sometimes it's just roses [F] dying too young.
[Bb] Oh Lord.
[C] [F] [Dm]
[G] When you're telling this in hiding, that your feelings [Dm] always wrong, and [Bb] I always want to bring you [F] something.
But sometimes it's just roses dying [Bb] too young.
[G] [Dm] [Bb]
[C] [Bb] [F]
[C] [Dm]
[N]
Key:
F
Bb
Dm
G
C
F
Bb
Dm
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[Dm] _ _ [C] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Dm] _ _ _ [C] _ [F] I was more than just a [Bb] coward, I was handsome too, I [Dm] felt nothing when your foot came down.
[F] Holding funds that made me wonder [Bb] if the lights were on, with my hands that never touched [G] no ground.
When you're telling this in number [F] of the many times [Dm] you've gone, I could [Bb] lie, I don't give [G] out forgiven.
But sometimes it's just [F] roses dying too young.
[Dm] _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [F] And I'm fencing up the [Bb] hours in the fields of red, while you think I'm on a loveless [F] trade.
In the letters from the lovers, [Bb] in the length of wrong explanations, always [G] written late.
When you're telling the curse, the framing of the [Dm] crying you've heard sung, I could [Bb] lie, I don't give [F] out forgiven.
But sometimes it's just roses dying too young.
_ _ [Dm] Oh Lord.
[C] _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ _ [C] _ [Dm] Will your train [F] of thoughts [Bb] always pass me here?
[G] _ [Dm] Will this fallen [F] pain and [Bb] its broken gears?
[Gm] _
It's the [Dm] damn revelation [F] blues, when you [Bb] see the path, [Gm] and you know [Dm] you won't be the [F] last. Oh Lord.
[Bb] _ _ _ [G] _ I was [F] more than just a [Bb] terror, I was crying too, but you've shown me in the [F] cuts between.
That a wind is sometimes broken [Bb] and it's flying fast, there's no meaning on a ghost [G] within.
When you're telling this in hiding, that [Dm] your feelings always wrong, and [Bb] I always want to bring [G] you something.
But sometimes it's just roses [F] dying too young.
_ [Bb] _ Oh Lord.
_ [C] _ _ [F] _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ When you're telling this in hiding, that your feelings [Dm] always wrong, and [Bb] I always want to bring you [F] something.
But sometimes it's just roses dying [Bb] too young.
_ [G] _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [F] _
_ [C] _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _
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[Dm] _ _ [C] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Dm] _ _ _ [C] _ [F] I was more than just a [Bb] coward, I was handsome too, I [Dm] felt nothing when your foot came down.
[F] Holding funds that made me wonder [Bb] if the lights were on, with my hands that never touched [G] no ground.
When you're telling this in number [F] of the many times [Dm] you've gone, I could [Bb] lie, I don't give [G] out forgiven.
But sometimes it's just [F] roses dying too young.
[Dm] _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [F] And I'm fencing up the [Bb] hours in the fields of red, while you think I'm on a loveless [F] trade.
In the letters from the lovers, [Bb] in the length of wrong explanations, always [G] written late.
When you're telling the curse, the framing of the [Dm] crying you've heard sung, I could [Bb] lie, I don't give [F] out forgiven.
But sometimes it's just roses dying too young.
_ _ [Dm] Oh Lord.
[C] _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ _ [C] _ [Dm] Will your train [F] of thoughts [Bb] always pass me here?
[G] _ [Dm] Will this fallen [F] pain and [Bb] its broken gears?
[Gm] _
It's the [Dm] damn revelation [F] blues, when you [Bb] see the path, [Gm] and you know [Dm] you won't be the [F] last. Oh Lord.
[Bb] _ _ _ [G] _ I was [F] more than just a [Bb] terror, I was crying too, but you've shown me in the [F] cuts between.
That a wind is sometimes broken [Bb] and it's flying fast, there's no meaning on a ghost [G] within.
When you're telling this in hiding, that [Dm] your feelings always wrong, and [Bb] I always want to bring [G] you something.
But sometimes it's just roses [F] dying too young.
_ [Bb] _ Oh Lord.
_ [C] _ _ [F] _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ When you're telling this in hiding, that your feelings [Dm] always wrong, and [Bb] I always want to bring you [F] something.
But sometimes it's just roses dying [Bb] too young.
_ [G] _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [F] _
_ [C] _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _
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