Chords for Untitled Waltz
Tempo:
155.2 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
F
D
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Well, I've got an old friend, he's wilder than you are, I don't understand how he [B] stays
on [G] his feet.
Just when you're thinking he's gonna go too far, he pulls it all in and he don't miss [C] a beat.
He's walked beside me, he's never denied me, if he had to hide me, then by God he [G]
would.
[Gm] [G]
One thing he taught me, that I carry inside me, we all [Dm] got where we are as fast as [C] we could.
[D]
[F] Saints are just sinners who never [C] quit trying, losers are winners who [A] picked the [G] wrong day.
And [F] we're all just beginners when it comes [C] time for dying, but rest your mind easy, cause
[G] you'll die [C] anyway.
Well I heard of this poet, come hell or high water, wrote a new poem a day, every day [Am] of [G] the week.
I asked what if some days don't work like they oughta, he said I lower my standard and
I get [C] reasonably.
[D] [F] Saints are just sinners who never [C] quit trying, losers are winners who picked the [G] wrong day.
[F] And we're all just beginners when it [D] comes time [C] for dying, but rest your mind easy, [G] cause
you'll die [C] anyway.
[G]
[C]
So you judges and juries and wild vigilantes, you've got my number, my number's [G] gonna change.
Me and my woman gonna lay around to shame, keep making love till it's all that [C]
remains.
[F] Saints are just sinners who [D] never [C] quit trying, losers are winners who picked the [G] wrong day.
And we're [F] all just beginners when it comes [C] time for dying, but rest your mind easy, [G] cause
you'll die [C] anyway.
Rest your mind easy, cause [G] you'll die [G] anyway.
[C] [G]
[C]
[C]
on [G] his feet.
Just when you're thinking he's gonna go too far, he pulls it all in and he don't miss [C] a beat.
He's walked beside me, he's never denied me, if he had to hide me, then by God he [G]
would.
[Gm] [G]
One thing he taught me, that I carry inside me, we all [Dm] got where we are as fast as [C] we could.
[D]
[F] Saints are just sinners who never [C] quit trying, losers are winners who [A] picked the [G] wrong day.
And [F] we're all just beginners when it comes [C] time for dying, but rest your mind easy, cause
[G] you'll die [C] anyway.
Well I heard of this poet, come hell or high water, wrote a new poem a day, every day [Am] of [G] the week.
I asked what if some days don't work like they oughta, he said I lower my standard and
I get [C] reasonably.
[D] [F] Saints are just sinners who never [C] quit trying, losers are winners who picked the [G] wrong day.
[F] And we're all just beginners when it [D] comes time [C] for dying, but rest your mind easy, [G] cause
you'll die [C] anyway.
[G]
[C]
So you judges and juries and wild vigilantes, you've got my number, my number's [G] gonna change.
Me and my woman gonna lay around to shame, keep making love till it's all that [C]
remains.
[F] Saints are just sinners who [D] never [C] quit trying, losers are winners who picked the [G] wrong day.
And we're [F] all just beginners when it comes [C] time for dying, but rest your mind easy, [G] cause
you'll die [C] anyway.
Rest your mind easy, cause [G] you'll die [G] anyway.
[C] [G]
[C]
[C]
Key:
C
G
F
D
B
C
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F
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_ _ _ _ _ Well, I've got an old friend, he's wilder than you are, I don't understand how he [B] stays
on [G] his feet. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Just when you're thinking he's gonna go too far, he pulls it all in and he don't miss [C] a beat. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ He's walked beside me, he's never denied me, if he had to hide me, then by God he [G]
would.
_ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ One thing he taught me, that I carry inside me, we all [Dm] got where we are as fast as [C] we could.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[F] Saints are just sinners who never [C] quit _ trying, losers are winners who [A] picked the [G] wrong day. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ And [F] we're all just beginners when it comes [C] time for _ _ dying, _ _ _ _ _ but rest your mind easy, cause
[G] you'll die [C] anyway. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Well I heard of this poet, come hell or high water, wrote a new poem a day, every day [Am] of [G] the week. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I asked what if some days don't work like they oughta, he said I lower my standard and
I get [C] reasonably. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ [F] Saints are just sinners who never [C] quit trying, losers are winners who picked the [G] wrong day. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] And we're all just beginners when it [D] comes time [C] for _ dying, _ _ _ _ _ but rest your mind easy, [G] cause
you'll die [C] anyway. _ _
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_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ So you judges and juries and wild _ vigilantes, you've got my number, my number's [G] gonna change. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Me and my woman gonna lay around to shame, keep making love till it's all that [C]
remains. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] Saints are just sinners who [D] never [C] quit trying, losers are winners who picked the [G] wrong day.
_ _ And _ _ we're _ [F] all just beginners when it comes [C] time for _ dying, _ _ _ _ _ _ but rest your mind easy, [G] cause
you'll die [C] anyway. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Rest your mind easy, cause [G] you'll _ die _ _ _ [G] _ _ anyway.
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_ _ _ _ _ Well, I've got an old friend, he's wilder than you are, I don't understand how he [B] stays
on [G] his feet. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Just when you're thinking he's gonna go too far, he pulls it all in and he don't miss [C] a beat. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ He's walked beside me, he's never denied me, if he had to hide me, then by God he [G]
would.
_ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ One thing he taught me, that I carry inside me, we all [Dm] got where we are as fast as [C] we could.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[F] Saints are just sinners who never [C] quit _ trying, losers are winners who [A] picked the [G] wrong day. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ And [F] we're all just beginners when it comes [C] time for _ _ dying, _ _ _ _ _ but rest your mind easy, cause
[G] you'll die [C] anyway. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Well I heard of this poet, come hell or high water, wrote a new poem a day, every day [Am] of [G] the week. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I asked what if some days don't work like they oughta, he said I lower my standard and
I get [C] reasonably. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ [F] Saints are just sinners who never [C] quit trying, losers are winners who picked the [G] wrong day. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] And we're all just beginners when it [D] comes time [C] for _ dying, _ _ _ _ _ but rest your mind easy, [G] cause
you'll die [C] anyway. _ _
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_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ So you judges and juries and wild _ vigilantes, you've got my number, my number's [G] gonna change. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Me and my woman gonna lay around to shame, keep making love till it's all that [C]
remains. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] Saints are just sinners who [D] never [C] quit trying, losers are winners who picked the [G] wrong day.
_ _ And _ _ we're _ [F] all just beginners when it comes [C] time for _ dying, _ _ _ _ _ _ but rest your mind easy, [G] cause
you'll die [C] anyway. _ _
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Rest your mind easy, cause [G] you'll _ die _ _ _ [G] _ _ anyway.
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