Chords for Upchurch ft Tom McDonald ft Struggle Jennings Travelers
Tempo:
70.2 bpm
Chords used:
Em
G
E
Bm
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D] [E]
[Em] [G]
[Em] [E] I'm a traveling gypsy, tipsy off weed and rye [Bm] whiskey, whistling [Em] the silence at [B] night
as the ghost emerged from the [G] thicket, drifting in clothing they had when they left this world years ago.
So they [Em] tiptoe in heaven nervous cause there still ain't the norm.
They seen the light but then trembled, got stuck in the past to explore.
Maybe we are in the past, that means the future is more, or maybe [G] the future is present.
And before us this question, if [Em] that's the case who do we ask when we need backwards
directions?
I mean there's a meaning for [E] asking you, especially one of them leaders, [Em] one who goes
against the world and don't care to [G] die neither.
And if I'm Robert E.
Lee, give me that Confederate flag, [Em] take me back to the past so I can bleed
out and laugh.
He was a traveler, a rock star [G] and a healer.
We'll spend an evening sunset through [Em] the night.
Into the dark and the dawn, guns loaded.
[G] But he always made [C] it over for [Em] the light.
Grass grown over my heart, it's been a lonely place, waiting on my time to shine.
I'm like Rolex with a broken [G] face, sleeping in a cutlass, showered in the truck [Em] stop.
A buck shot's the only thing that'll ever make this buck stop.
Punch [E] clocks, misery, dreams [Bm] of something bigger.
[Em] I just want to reach the public, not just be a public [G] figure.
Like the Saint, Eddie Vail, trained to success, what's deep [Em] rare?
Put my journey in a song, inspire you with details.
In the field searching for seashells, no [Bm] ocean was in [Em] sight.
But I saw it in my heart and kept believing I was [G] right.
Fight for what's mine and what's not, I'll go and [Em] earn, blazing a trail through the south,
trying not to get by.
He was a traveler, a rock [G] star and a healer.
We'll spend an evening sunset through [Em] the night.
Into the dark and the dawn, [G] guns loaded.
But he always [C] made it home for [Em] the ride.
I feel like I'm closer to heaven than ever and lately I haven't been praying.
I feel like my halo [B] turned into a noose [G] and I'm fighting to stay on the pavement.
I feel like the signs on the side of the road keep on pointing me past [Em] all the places I've wanted to go
so I stay on the road and I'm farther from home than I hoped [E] I would make.
I feel like I'm naked inside of a snake pit and everybody [Em] wanna take it.
I feel like I have the commodity, it's all with a pair of boots [G] made of snakeskin.
I feel like the road that's ahead is the highway to hell but I still [E] gotta take it.
Nothing to lose and a second to prove that the stars that I follow, they'll lead to greatness.
I sunk all the skeletons, shrunk an adrenaline, running and [Em] delving into evidence.
Disgusting my demons with devils disguised as my friends, so [G] pretending they're better men.
Collecting the feathers of vultures that patiently wait for a meal [Em] at my grave.
And tell my tale around campfires, a few blissing close though.
He was a [G] traveler, [Em] a rock star and a [G] healer.
A wheel spinning in the sunset [Em] through the night.
Into the dark unknown, God's a [G] loaded.
But he [Em] always [C] made the hope [Em] for the light.
[D] [G]
[Em] [E]
[Bm] [G]
[Em] [G]
[Em] [E] I'm a traveling gypsy, tipsy off weed and rye [Bm] whiskey, whistling [Em] the silence at [B] night
as the ghost emerged from the [G] thicket, drifting in clothing they had when they left this world years ago.
So they [Em] tiptoe in heaven nervous cause there still ain't the norm.
They seen the light but then trembled, got stuck in the past to explore.
Maybe we are in the past, that means the future is more, or maybe [G] the future is present.
And before us this question, if [Em] that's the case who do we ask when we need backwards
directions?
I mean there's a meaning for [E] asking you, especially one of them leaders, [Em] one who goes
against the world and don't care to [G] die neither.
And if I'm Robert E.
Lee, give me that Confederate flag, [Em] take me back to the past so I can bleed
out and laugh.
He was a traveler, a rock star [G] and a healer.
We'll spend an evening sunset through [Em] the night.
Into the dark and the dawn, guns loaded.
[G] But he always made [C] it over for [Em] the light.
Grass grown over my heart, it's been a lonely place, waiting on my time to shine.
I'm like Rolex with a broken [G] face, sleeping in a cutlass, showered in the truck [Em] stop.
A buck shot's the only thing that'll ever make this buck stop.
Punch [E] clocks, misery, dreams [Bm] of something bigger.
[Em] I just want to reach the public, not just be a public [G] figure.
Like the Saint, Eddie Vail, trained to success, what's deep [Em] rare?
Put my journey in a song, inspire you with details.
In the field searching for seashells, no [Bm] ocean was in [Em] sight.
But I saw it in my heart and kept believing I was [G] right.
Fight for what's mine and what's not, I'll go and [Em] earn, blazing a trail through the south,
trying not to get by.
He was a traveler, a rock [G] star and a healer.
We'll spend an evening sunset through [Em] the night.
Into the dark and the dawn, [G] guns loaded.
But he always [C] made it home for [Em] the ride.
I feel like I'm closer to heaven than ever and lately I haven't been praying.
I feel like my halo [B] turned into a noose [G] and I'm fighting to stay on the pavement.
I feel like the signs on the side of the road keep on pointing me past [Em] all the places I've wanted to go
so I stay on the road and I'm farther from home than I hoped [E] I would make.
I feel like I'm naked inside of a snake pit and everybody [Em] wanna take it.
I feel like I have the commodity, it's all with a pair of boots [G] made of snakeskin.
I feel like the road that's ahead is the highway to hell but I still [E] gotta take it.
Nothing to lose and a second to prove that the stars that I follow, they'll lead to greatness.
I sunk all the skeletons, shrunk an adrenaline, running and [Em] delving into evidence.
Disgusting my demons with devils disguised as my friends, so [G] pretending they're better men.
Collecting the feathers of vultures that patiently wait for a meal [Em] at my grave.
And tell my tale around campfires, a few blissing close though.
He was a [G] traveler, [Em] a rock star and a [G] healer.
A wheel spinning in the sunset [Em] through the night.
Into the dark unknown, God's a [G] loaded.
But he [Em] always [C] made the hope [Em] for the light.
[D] [G]
[Em] [E]
[Bm] [G]
Key:
Em
G
E
Bm
C
Em
G
E
[D] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ [E] I'm a traveling gypsy, tipsy off weed and rye [Bm] whiskey, whistling [Em] the silence at [B] night
as the ghost emerged from the [G] thicket, drifting in clothing they had when they left this world years ago.
So they [Em] tiptoe in heaven nervous cause there still ain't the norm.
They seen the light but then trembled, got stuck in the past to explore.
Maybe we are in the past, that means the future is more, or maybe [G] the future is present.
And before us this question, if [Em] that's the case who do we ask when we need backwards
directions?
I mean there's a meaning for [E] asking you, especially one of them leaders, [Em] one who goes
against the world and don't care to [G] die neither.
And if I'm Robert E.
Lee, give me that Confederate flag, [Em] take me back to the past so I can bleed
out and laugh.
He was a traveler, a rock star [G] and a _ healer.
We'll spend an evening sunset through [Em] the night.
_ Into the dark and the dawn, guns loaded.
[G] _ But he always made [C] it over for [Em] the light.
Grass grown over my heart, it's been a lonely place, waiting on my time to shine.
I'm like Rolex with a broken [G] face, sleeping in a cutlass, showered in the truck [Em] stop.
A buck shot's the only thing that'll ever make this buck stop.
Punch [E] clocks, misery, dreams [Bm] of something bigger.
[Em] I just want to reach the public, not just be a public [G] figure.
Like the Saint, Eddie Vail, trained to success, what's deep [Em] rare?
Put my journey in a song, inspire you with details.
In the field searching for seashells, no [Bm] ocean was in [Em] sight.
But I saw it in my heart and kept believing I was [G] right.
Fight for what's mine and what's not, I'll go and [Em] earn, blazing a trail through the south,
trying not to get by.
He was a traveler, a rock [G] star and a _ healer.
We'll spend an evening sunset through [Em] the night.
_ Into the dark and the dawn, [G] guns loaded.
_ But he always [C] made it home for [Em] the ride.
_ I feel like I'm closer to heaven than ever and lately I haven't been praying.
I feel like my halo [B] turned into a noose [G] and I'm fighting to stay on the pavement.
I feel like the signs on the side of the road keep on pointing me past [Em] all the places I've wanted to go
so I stay on the road and I'm farther from home than I hoped [E] I would make.
I feel like I'm naked inside of a snake pit and everybody [Em] wanna take it.
I feel like I have the commodity, it's all with a pair of boots [G] made of snakeskin.
I feel like the road that's ahead is the highway to hell but I still [E] gotta take it.
Nothing to lose and a second to prove that the stars that I follow, they'll lead to greatness.
I sunk all the skeletons, shrunk an adrenaline, running and [Em] delving into evidence.
Disgusting my demons with devils disguised as my friends, so [G] pretending they're better men.
Collecting the feathers of vultures that patiently wait for a meal [Em] at my grave.
And tell my tale around campfires, a few blissing close though.
He was a [G] traveler, [Em] a rock star and a [G] _ healer.
A wheel spinning in the sunset [Em] through the night.
_ Into the dark unknown, God's a [G] loaded.
_ But he [Em] always [C] made the hope [Em] for the light. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ [E] I'm a traveling gypsy, tipsy off weed and rye [Bm] whiskey, whistling [Em] the silence at [B] night
as the ghost emerged from the [G] thicket, drifting in clothing they had when they left this world years ago.
So they [Em] tiptoe in heaven nervous cause there still ain't the norm.
They seen the light but then trembled, got stuck in the past to explore.
Maybe we are in the past, that means the future is more, or maybe [G] the future is present.
And before us this question, if [Em] that's the case who do we ask when we need backwards
directions?
I mean there's a meaning for [E] asking you, especially one of them leaders, [Em] one who goes
against the world and don't care to [G] die neither.
And if I'm Robert E.
Lee, give me that Confederate flag, [Em] take me back to the past so I can bleed
out and laugh.
He was a traveler, a rock star [G] and a _ healer.
We'll spend an evening sunset through [Em] the night.
_ Into the dark and the dawn, guns loaded.
[G] _ But he always made [C] it over for [Em] the light.
Grass grown over my heart, it's been a lonely place, waiting on my time to shine.
I'm like Rolex with a broken [G] face, sleeping in a cutlass, showered in the truck [Em] stop.
A buck shot's the only thing that'll ever make this buck stop.
Punch [E] clocks, misery, dreams [Bm] of something bigger.
[Em] I just want to reach the public, not just be a public [G] figure.
Like the Saint, Eddie Vail, trained to success, what's deep [Em] rare?
Put my journey in a song, inspire you with details.
In the field searching for seashells, no [Bm] ocean was in [Em] sight.
But I saw it in my heart and kept believing I was [G] right.
Fight for what's mine and what's not, I'll go and [Em] earn, blazing a trail through the south,
trying not to get by.
He was a traveler, a rock [G] star and a _ healer.
We'll spend an evening sunset through [Em] the night.
_ Into the dark and the dawn, [G] guns loaded.
_ But he always [C] made it home for [Em] the ride.
_ I feel like I'm closer to heaven than ever and lately I haven't been praying.
I feel like my halo [B] turned into a noose [G] and I'm fighting to stay on the pavement.
I feel like the signs on the side of the road keep on pointing me past [Em] all the places I've wanted to go
so I stay on the road and I'm farther from home than I hoped [E] I would make.
I feel like I'm naked inside of a snake pit and everybody [Em] wanna take it.
I feel like I have the commodity, it's all with a pair of boots [G] made of snakeskin.
I feel like the road that's ahead is the highway to hell but I still [E] gotta take it.
Nothing to lose and a second to prove that the stars that I follow, they'll lead to greatness.
I sunk all the skeletons, shrunk an adrenaline, running and [Em] delving into evidence.
Disgusting my demons with devils disguised as my friends, so [G] pretending they're better men.
Collecting the feathers of vultures that patiently wait for a meal [Em] at my grave.
And tell my tale around campfires, a few blissing close though.
He was a [G] traveler, [Em] a rock star and a [G] _ healer.
A wheel spinning in the sunset [Em] through the night.
_ Into the dark unknown, God's a [G] loaded.
_ But he [Em] always [C] made the hope [Em] for the light. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _