For Mr. Thomas Chords by Van Morrison
Tempo:
90 bpm
Chords used:
A
E
D
Bm
C#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A] [E]
[C#m] [Bm] [A]
[E]
[D] [A]
From faded used print [E] used to wrap a face, [D] and [A] screwed up lead the mule [E] selects [A] your face.
As I sit drinking famously [E] in an Irish bar, [D] five [A] thousand [D] miles and thirty [E] [A] years away.
With all the usual ceremonial, [E] you were crowned one night.
[D] King [A] of the field [D] where [E] doctors [A] nail the cows, to make up a cockscomb that [E] writes some language.
[D] And a [A] breaking heart to [E] swore against [A] the odds, that smacking scholars [E] rather than a favorite bondage.
[D] And [A] how you plaintiff [E] to the [A] charge of life, exhibiting your [E] faults on legendary lines.
Singing, [D] [A] mother I [Bm] don't want [A] a pain here in my heart.
[E]
[D] [A] [E] [A]
[E]
[D] [A] [D] [A]
Judging me sucks [E] eggs and jerks the sacred meat, [D] but the [A] boy in me still [E] dreams in [A] Milkwood town.
Like two provincial bastards [E] wearing the galleries, I haul [D] you [A] hollow to the mirror upside down.
Elder's break and walk through [E] hungry streets your ghost prevails, [D] just [A] like an [Bm] old ex [E]-boxer
age [A] twenty two.
Staged up like false top [E] when the wild world tremble, you [D] will [A] live to see [E] the monograms
they [A] make of you.
Mr.
Thomas let us [E] ramble through the midnight fair, [D] let us [A] throw [Bm] bottles at [E] the [A] ferris wheels.
Let us paint library on the [E] library, let us read in the moonlight, [D] let us [A] steal [Bm] whatever
[C#m] we're supposed [A] to steal.
Let us watch while the days grow [E] daily more mundane, [D] let rock [A] gold [D] go [A] riding with the shears.
Hot-wire the belly of the [E] swollen mountains and rip [D] [A] molten [D] heroes forth [E] from the [A] furious tears.
Oh Mr.
Thomas, oh [E] Mr.
Thomas, let [D] us [A] steal whatever [D] we're [E] supposed [A] to steal.
Mr.
Thomas, oh [E] Mr.
Thomas, why don't [D] we [A] steal whatever [D] [E] we're supposed [A] to steal.
Oh Mr.
Thomas, [E] Mr.
Thomas, why [D] don't we [A] steal whatever [D] we're [E] supposed [A] to steal.
Oh Mr.
Thomas, let us ramble through [E] the midnight, let [D] us throw [A] bottles [D] at [E] the [A] ferris wheels.
Let us paint library on the library, let us [E] read in the moonlight, let us [D] [A] steal [D] whatever
we're [E] supposed to [A] steal.
[N]
[C#m] [Bm] [A]
[E]
[D] [A]
From faded used print [E] used to wrap a face, [D] and [A] screwed up lead the mule [E] selects [A] your face.
As I sit drinking famously [E] in an Irish bar, [D] five [A] thousand [D] miles and thirty [E] [A] years away.
With all the usual ceremonial, [E] you were crowned one night.
[D] King [A] of the field [D] where [E] doctors [A] nail the cows, to make up a cockscomb that [E] writes some language.
[D] And a [A] breaking heart to [E] swore against [A] the odds, that smacking scholars [E] rather than a favorite bondage.
[D] And [A] how you plaintiff [E] to the [A] charge of life, exhibiting your [E] faults on legendary lines.
Singing, [D] [A] mother I [Bm] don't want [A] a pain here in my heart.
[E]
[D] [A] [E] [A]
[E]
[D] [A] [D] [A]
Judging me sucks [E] eggs and jerks the sacred meat, [D] but the [A] boy in me still [E] dreams in [A] Milkwood town.
Like two provincial bastards [E] wearing the galleries, I haul [D] you [A] hollow to the mirror upside down.
Elder's break and walk through [E] hungry streets your ghost prevails, [D] just [A] like an [Bm] old ex [E]-boxer
age [A] twenty two.
Staged up like false top [E] when the wild world tremble, you [D] will [A] live to see [E] the monograms
they [A] make of you.
Mr.
Thomas let us [E] ramble through the midnight fair, [D] let us [A] throw [Bm] bottles at [E] the [A] ferris wheels.
Let us paint library on the [E] library, let us read in the moonlight, [D] let us [A] steal [Bm] whatever
[C#m] we're supposed [A] to steal.
Let us watch while the days grow [E] daily more mundane, [D] let rock [A] gold [D] go [A] riding with the shears.
Hot-wire the belly of the [E] swollen mountains and rip [D] [A] molten [D] heroes forth [E] from the [A] furious tears.
Oh Mr.
Thomas, oh [E] Mr.
Thomas, let [D] us [A] steal whatever [D] we're [E] supposed [A] to steal.
Mr.
Thomas, oh [E] Mr.
Thomas, why don't [D] we [A] steal whatever [D] [E] we're supposed [A] to steal.
Oh Mr.
Thomas, [E] Mr.
Thomas, why [D] don't we [A] steal whatever [D] we're [E] supposed [A] to steal.
Oh Mr.
Thomas, let us ramble through [E] the midnight, let [D] us throw [A] bottles [D] at [E] the [A] ferris wheels.
Let us paint library on the library, let us [E] read in the moonlight, let us [D] [A] steal [D] whatever
we're [E] supposed to [A] steal.
[N]
Key:
A
E
D
Bm
C#m
A
E
D
[A] _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
[C#m] _ [Bm] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [D] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ From faded used print [E] used to wrap a face, _ [D] and [A] screwed up lead the mule [E] selects [A] your face. _
_ As I sit drinking famously [E] in an Irish bar, _ [D] five [A] thousand [D] miles and thirty [E] [A] years away. _
_ With all the usual ceremonial, [E] you were crowned one night. _
[D] King [A] of the field [D] where [E] doctors [A] nail the cows, _ _ to make up a cockscomb that [E] writes some language. _
[D] And a [A] breaking heart to [E] swore against [A] the odds, _ _ that smacking scholars [E] rather than a favorite bondage.
[D] And [A] how you plaintiff [E] to the [A] charge of life, _ _ _ exhibiting your [E] faults on legendary lines.
Singing, [D] [A] mother I [Bm] don't want [A] a pain here in my heart.
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [D] _ [A] _ _ [E] _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [D] _ [A] _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ Judging me sucks [E] eggs and jerks the sacred meat, [D] but the [A] boy in me still [E] dreams in [A] Milkwood town. _
_ Like two provincial bastards [E] wearing the galleries, I haul [D] you [A] hollow to the mirror upside down. _
_ Elder's break and walk through [E] hungry streets your ghost prevails, [D] just [A] like an [Bm] old ex [E]-boxer
age [A] twenty two. _
_ Staged up like false top [E] when the wild world tremble, you [D] will [A] live to see [E] the monograms
they [A] make of you. _
_ _ Mr.
Thomas let us [E] ramble through the midnight fair, [D] let us [A] throw [Bm] bottles at [E] the [A] ferris wheels. _
Let us paint library on the [E] library, let us read in the moonlight, [D] let us [A] steal [Bm] whatever
[C#m] we're supposed [A] to steal. _
_ Let us watch while the days grow [E] daily more mundane, _ [D] let rock [A] gold [D] go [A] riding with the shears. _ _
_ Hot-wire the belly of the [E] swollen mountains and rip [D] [A] molten [D] heroes forth [E] from the [A] furious tears.
Oh Mr.
Thomas, oh [E] Mr.
Thomas, let [D] us [A] steal whatever [D] we're [E] supposed [A] to steal. _ _
Mr.
Thomas, oh [E] Mr.
Thomas, why don't [D] we [A] steal whatever [D] [E] we're supposed [A] to steal.
Oh Mr.
Thomas, _ _ [E] Mr.
Thomas, why [D] don't we [A] steal whatever [D] we're [E] supposed [A] to steal. _
Oh Mr.
Thomas, let us ramble through [E] the midnight, _ let [D] us throw [A] bottles [D] at [E] the [A] ferris wheels. _
Let us paint library on the library, let us [E] read in the moonlight, let us [D] [A] steal [D] whatever
we're [E] supposed to [A] steal.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
[C#m] _ [Bm] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [D] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ From faded used print [E] used to wrap a face, _ [D] and [A] screwed up lead the mule [E] selects [A] your face. _
_ As I sit drinking famously [E] in an Irish bar, _ [D] five [A] thousand [D] miles and thirty [E] [A] years away. _
_ With all the usual ceremonial, [E] you were crowned one night. _
[D] King [A] of the field [D] where [E] doctors [A] nail the cows, _ _ to make up a cockscomb that [E] writes some language. _
[D] And a [A] breaking heart to [E] swore against [A] the odds, _ _ that smacking scholars [E] rather than a favorite bondage.
[D] And [A] how you plaintiff [E] to the [A] charge of life, _ _ _ exhibiting your [E] faults on legendary lines.
Singing, [D] [A] mother I [Bm] don't want [A] a pain here in my heart.
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [D] _ [A] _ _ [E] _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [D] _ [A] _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ Judging me sucks [E] eggs and jerks the sacred meat, [D] but the [A] boy in me still [E] dreams in [A] Milkwood town. _
_ Like two provincial bastards [E] wearing the galleries, I haul [D] you [A] hollow to the mirror upside down. _
_ Elder's break and walk through [E] hungry streets your ghost prevails, [D] just [A] like an [Bm] old ex [E]-boxer
age [A] twenty two. _
_ Staged up like false top [E] when the wild world tremble, you [D] will [A] live to see [E] the monograms
they [A] make of you. _
_ _ Mr.
Thomas let us [E] ramble through the midnight fair, [D] let us [A] throw [Bm] bottles at [E] the [A] ferris wheels. _
Let us paint library on the [E] library, let us read in the moonlight, [D] let us [A] steal [Bm] whatever
[C#m] we're supposed [A] to steal. _
_ Let us watch while the days grow [E] daily more mundane, _ [D] let rock [A] gold [D] go [A] riding with the shears. _ _
_ Hot-wire the belly of the [E] swollen mountains and rip [D] [A] molten [D] heroes forth [E] from the [A] furious tears.
Oh Mr.
Thomas, oh [E] Mr.
Thomas, let [D] us [A] steal whatever [D] we're [E] supposed [A] to steal. _ _
Mr.
Thomas, oh [E] Mr.
Thomas, why don't [D] we [A] steal whatever [D] [E] we're supposed [A] to steal.
Oh Mr.
Thomas, _ _ [E] Mr.
Thomas, why [D] don't we [A] steal whatever [D] we're [E] supposed [A] to steal. _
Oh Mr.
Thomas, let us ramble through [E] the midnight, _ let [D] us throw [A] bottles [D] at [E] the [A] ferris wheels. _
Let us paint library on the library, let us [E] read in the moonlight, let us [D] [A] steal [D] whatever
we're [E] supposed to [A] steal.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
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