Chords for The Weeks - Brother in the Night | OurVinyl Sessions
Tempo:
120.8 bpm
Chords used:
D
Em
Bm
F#
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Brother in the Night.
[Em]
[D]
[Em] [D]
[Em]
[D]
[E]
[Bm]
[E] [B]
[Bm]
[Em] I'm the one that they exclaim.
I see [A] the barrel of my gun before they ever see me hang.
[D] Oh, and if my southern [F#] arms still pumping [G] blood, still pumping [D] blood.
Will I bury my money [F#] in the bloody Mississippi [G] mud?
[Bm]
[D] Oh, and if my southern [F#] lungs won't let me [G] breathe, won't let [Bm] me breathe.
Then [D] I'll wait for the cicadas, [C#] and I'll let them push it out for [D] me.
[E]
[E] [D] [Em] [D]
Well, death is always close, there's always [Em] vultures on my trail.
And the inside of this old house better than a prison [D] cell.
Well, that southern whiskey stinging, singing [B] words upon my breath.
[Bm] I was worried about forgetting, so I tattooed it on my chest.
[Em] I'm a southern man forever, like the wind inside the ponds.
[Bm] And my grandma used to sing it, more to my [D] brother and I.
[Em] How I wish I could get back to freshest thoughts and newer skin.
When [A] we scurried out the window before the cops, they busted in.
[D] Oh, and if my southern [F#] arms still pumping [G] blood, still pumping [D] blood.
Did I bury my money [F#] in the bloody Mississippi [G] mud?
[Bm] [B]
Oh, [D] and if my southern [F#] lungs won't let me [G] breathe, won't let me [D] breathe.
Then I'll wait for the cicadas, [C#] and I'll let them push it out [D] for me.
[Em] [D]
[Bm]
[Em] We were messages for millions, we're a midnight masquerade.
We [Bm] can walk away from all this as the town goes up in flames.
[Em] There's a billions in a wall, you can tie right where we [A] live.
You can walk away from all this, go back home and see your kids.
I've [D] got a knife inside my boot, my brother's got one too.
[Em] Can bring them all, let them have a ball, got nothing to lose.
[D] I got oxen bending, wheat to shake, no one there can see.
No [A] one there was coming faster, no one there will bother me.
[D] Oh, and if my southern [F#] arms still pumping [G] blood, still pumping blood.
[D]
Did I bury my money [F#] in the bloody Mississippi [G] mud?
[Bm]
[D] Oh, and if my [F#] southern lungs won't let [G] me breathe, won't let [Bm] me breathe.
[D] Then I'll wait for the cicadas, [C#] and I'll let them push it out [D] for me.
[E]
[D]
[B]
[Em]
[D]
[Em] [D]
[Em]
[D]
[E]
[Bm]
[E] [B]
[Bm]
[Em] I'm the one that they exclaim.
I see [A] the barrel of my gun before they ever see me hang.
[D] Oh, and if my southern [F#] arms still pumping [G] blood, still pumping [D] blood.
Will I bury my money [F#] in the bloody Mississippi [G] mud?
[Bm]
[D] Oh, and if my southern [F#] lungs won't let me [G] breathe, won't let [Bm] me breathe.
Then [D] I'll wait for the cicadas, [C#] and I'll let them push it out for [D] me.
[E]
[E] [D] [Em] [D]
Well, death is always close, there's always [Em] vultures on my trail.
And the inside of this old house better than a prison [D] cell.
Well, that southern whiskey stinging, singing [B] words upon my breath.
[Bm] I was worried about forgetting, so I tattooed it on my chest.
[Em] I'm a southern man forever, like the wind inside the ponds.
[Bm] And my grandma used to sing it, more to my [D] brother and I.
[Em] How I wish I could get back to freshest thoughts and newer skin.
When [A] we scurried out the window before the cops, they busted in.
[D] Oh, and if my southern [F#] arms still pumping [G] blood, still pumping [D] blood.
Did I bury my money [F#] in the bloody Mississippi [G] mud?
[Bm] [B]
Oh, [D] and if my southern [F#] lungs won't let me [G] breathe, won't let me [D] breathe.
Then I'll wait for the cicadas, [C#] and I'll let them push it out [D] for me.
[Em] [D]
[Bm]
[Em] We were messages for millions, we're a midnight masquerade.
We [Bm] can walk away from all this as the town goes up in flames.
[Em] There's a billions in a wall, you can tie right where we [A] live.
You can walk away from all this, go back home and see your kids.
I've [D] got a knife inside my boot, my brother's got one too.
[Em] Can bring them all, let them have a ball, got nothing to lose.
[D] I got oxen bending, wheat to shake, no one there can see.
No [A] one there was coming faster, no one there will bother me.
[D] Oh, and if my southern [F#] arms still pumping [G] blood, still pumping blood.
[D]
Did I bury my money [F#] in the bloody Mississippi [G] mud?
[Bm]
[D] Oh, and if my [F#] southern lungs won't let [G] me breathe, won't let [Bm] me breathe.
[D] Then I'll wait for the cicadas, [C#] and I'll let them push it out [D] for me.
[E]
[D]
[B]
Key:
D
Em
Bm
F#
G
D
Em
Bm
_ _ _ _ Brother in the Night. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ I'm the one that they exclaim.
I see [A] the barrel of my gun before they ever see me hang.
[D] Oh, and if my southern [F#] arms still pumping [G] blood, still pumping [D] blood. _
Will I bury my money [F#] in the bloody Mississippi [G] mud?
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _
[D] Oh, and if my southern [F#] lungs won't let me [G] breathe, won't let [Bm] me breathe. _
Then [D] I'll wait for the cicadas, [C#] and I'll let them push it out for [D] me.
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ [E] _ [D] _ _ _ [Em] _ _ [D] _
Well, death is always close, there's always [Em] vultures on my trail.
And the inside of this old house better than a prison [D] cell.
Well, that southern whiskey stinging, singing [B] words upon my breath.
[Bm] I was worried about forgetting, so I tattooed it on my chest.
[Em] I'm a southern man forever, like the wind inside the ponds.
[Bm] And my grandma used to sing it, more to my [D] brother and I.
[Em] How I wish I could get back to freshest thoughts and newer skin.
When [A] we scurried out the window before the cops, they busted in.
[D] Oh, and if my southern [F#] arms still pumping [G] blood, still pumping [D] blood.
Did I bury my money [F#] in the bloody Mississippi [G] mud?
_ _ [Bm] _ _ [B]
Oh, [D] and if my southern [F#] lungs won't let me [G] breathe, won't let me [D] breathe.
Then I'll wait for the cicadas, [C#] and I'll let them push it out [D] for me. _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] We were messages for millions, we're a midnight masquerade.
We [Bm] can walk away from all this as the town goes up in flames.
[Em] There's a billions in a wall, you can tie right where we [A] live.
You can walk away from all this, go back home and see your kids.
I've [D] got a knife inside my boot, my brother's got one too.
[Em] Can bring them all, let them have a ball, got nothing to lose.
[D] I got oxen bending, wheat to shake, no one there can see.
No [A] one there was coming faster, no one there will bother me.
[D] Oh, and if my southern [F#] arms still pumping [G] blood, still pumping blood.
[D] _
Did I bury my money [F#] in the bloody Mississippi _ [G] mud?
_ _ [Bm] _ _
[D] Oh, and if my [F#] southern lungs won't let [G] me breathe, won't let [Bm] me breathe. _
[D] Then I'll wait for the cicadas, [C#] and I'll let them push it out [D] for me. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ I'm the one that they exclaim.
I see [A] the barrel of my gun before they ever see me hang.
[D] Oh, and if my southern [F#] arms still pumping [G] blood, still pumping [D] blood. _
Will I bury my money [F#] in the bloody Mississippi [G] mud?
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _
[D] Oh, and if my southern [F#] lungs won't let me [G] breathe, won't let [Bm] me breathe. _
Then [D] I'll wait for the cicadas, [C#] and I'll let them push it out for [D] me.
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ [E] _ [D] _ _ _ [Em] _ _ [D] _
Well, death is always close, there's always [Em] vultures on my trail.
And the inside of this old house better than a prison [D] cell.
Well, that southern whiskey stinging, singing [B] words upon my breath.
[Bm] I was worried about forgetting, so I tattooed it on my chest.
[Em] I'm a southern man forever, like the wind inside the ponds.
[Bm] And my grandma used to sing it, more to my [D] brother and I.
[Em] How I wish I could get back to freshest thoughts and newer skin.
When [A] we scurried out the window before the cops, they busted in.
[D] Oh, and if my southern [F#] arms still pumping [G] blood, still pumping [D] blood.
Did I bury my money [F#] in the bloody Mississippi [G] mud?
_ _ [Bm] _ _ [B]
Oh, [D] and if my southern [F#] lungs won't let me [G] breathe, won't let me [D] breathe.
Then I'll wait for the cicadas, [C#] and I'll let them push it out [D] for me. _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] We were messages for millions, we're a midnight masquerade.
We [Bm] can walk away from all this as the town goes up in flames.
[Em] There's a billions in a wall, you can tie right where we [A] live.
You can walk away from all this, go back home and see your kids.
I've [D] got a knife inside my boot, my brother's got one too.
[Em] Can bring them all, let them have a ball, got nothing to lose.
[D] I got oxen bending, wheat to shake, no one there can see.
No [A] one there was coming faster, no one there will bother me.
[D] Oh, and if my southern [F#] arms still pumping [G] blood, still pumping blood.
[D] _
Did I bury my money [F#] in the bloody Mississippi _ [G] mud?
_ _ [Bm] _ _
[D] Oh, and if my [F#] southern lungs won't let [G] me breathe, won't let [Bm] me breathe. _
[D] Then I'll wait for the cicadas, [C#] and I'll let them push it out [D] for me. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _