Prisoner Of A Dream Chords by Walter Trout
Tempo:
89.65 bpm
Chords used:
Am
Em
D
G
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D] [C] [Am]
[Am]
On the beach [Em] riding in the sand, [D] she's a throwaway from [D] the primate [Am] land.
All she [G] owns is on her back.
[D] She carries her thing in a little paper [Am] sack.
[G] She writes her story [D] in the sand each day.
[F] The tide rolls in [Em] to wash it [Am] all away.
Wash it all away.
[G] She's trying to tell us [D] how sad it [F] seems to spend your [Em] life a dream, your [Am] overdreamed.
She's very fragile [Em] and she lost her mind.
[D] Her life is precious [Em] but the world is [Am] so unkind.
It's so unkind.
Her eyes are empty [Em] as she madly writes.
[D] She starts in the [Em] morning.
She goes till [Am] late at night.
Late at night.
[G] She writes her story [D] in the sand each [F] day.
The tide rolls [G] in to wash it [Am] all away.
[G] She's trying to tell [D] us how sad it [F] seems to spend your [Em] life a dream, your [Am] overdreamed.
But she's a cleaner.
She [G] understands there's no way [D] out.
She can't [Em] figure what the dream is [A] all about.
[Am] What's it all about?
[Am] She's just [Em] sleeping out on the [D] street.
She bumps her little [Em] money raps rags [Am] around her feet.
Rags around her feet.
[G] She writes her [E] story in the sand each [F] day.
The tide [Em] rolls in to wash it [Am] all away.
Wash it all away.
[G] She's trying to [D] tell us how sad it [F] seems to live [Em] your life a prisoner [Am] of a dream.
You know [G] she's just a prisoner.
[F] She's just [Em] a prisoner.
[Am] [G] [D]
[G]
[Am]
[G] [F#] [F]
[Em] [Am]
[G] [D] [F]
[G] [D] [Am]
All alone [Em] each and every day.
[D] It's a land of plenty [Em] but she got no where [Am] to stay.
She got no where to stay.
The streets and alleys [Em] is where she lives.
[D] Cause the land of plenty.
[Em] You got no [Am] more to give.
[G] No more blocks [D] gonna be built.
[F] The sky's the [Em] only roof above [Am] her head.
[G] The streets are teaching [E] her what it means [F] to be a prisoner [G]
of the [Am] American dream.
She's a prisoner.
She's a prisoner.
She's a prisoner.
She's a prisoner.
She's a prisoner.
She's a prisoner.
She's a prisoner.
She's a prisoner.
[Am]
On the beach [Em] riding in the sand, [D] she's a throwaway from [D] the primate [Am] land.
All she [G] owns is on her back.
[D] She carries her thing in a little paper [Am] sack.
[G] She writes her story [D] in the sand each day.
[F] The tide rolls in [Em] to wash it [Am] all away.
Wash it all away.
[G] She's trying to tell us [D] how sad it [F] seems to spend your [Em] life a dream, your [Am] overdreamed.
She's very fragile [Em] and she lost her mind.
[D] Her life is precious [Em] but the world is [Am] so unkind.
It's so unkind.
Her eyes are empty [Em] as she madly writes.
[D] She starts in the [Em] morning.
She goes till [Am] late at night.
Late at night.
[G] She writes her story [D] in the sand each [F] day.
The tide rolls [G] in to wash it [Am] all away.
[G] She's trying to tell [D] us how sad it [F] seems to spend your [Em] life a dream, your [Am] overdreamed.
But she's a cleaner.
She [G] understands there's no way [D] out.
She can't [Em] figure what the dream is [A] all about.
[Am] What's it all about?
[Am] She's just [Em] sleeping out on the [D] street.
She bumps her little [Em] money raps rags [Am] around her feet.
Rags around her feet.
[G] She writes her [E] story in the sand each [F] day.
The tide [Em] rolls in to wash it [Am] all away.
Wash it all away.
[G] She's trying to [D] tell us how sad it [F] seems to live [Em] your life a prisoner [Am] of a dream.
You know [G] she's just a prisoner.
[F] She's just [Em] a prisoner.
[Am] [G] [D]
[G]
[Am]
[G] [F#] [F]
[Em] [Am]
[G] [D] [F]
[G] [D] [Am]
All alone [Em] each and every day.
[D] It's a land of plenty [Em] but she got no where [Am] to stay.
She got no where to stay.
The streets and alleys [Em] is where she lives.
[D] Cause the land of plenty.
[Em] You got no [Am] more to give.
[G] No more blocks [D] gonna be built.
[F] The sky's the [Em] only roof above [Am] her head.
[G] The streets are teaching [E] her what it means [F] to be a prisoner [G]
of the [Am] American dream.
She's a prisoner.
She's a prisoner.
She's a prisoner.
She's a prisoner.
She's a prisoner.
She's a prisoner.
She's a prisoner.
She's a prisoner.
Key:
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On the beach [Em] riding in the sand, [D] she's a throwaway from [D] the primate [Am] land. _ _ _ _ _ _
All she [G] owns is on her back.
[D] She carries her thing in a little paper [Am] _ sack. _ _ _ _
[G] She writes her story [D] in the sand each day.
[F] The tide rolls in [Em] to wash it [Am] all away.
Wash it all away. _ _
[G] She's trying to tell us [D] how sad it [F] seems to spend your [Em] life a dream, your [Am] overdreamed. _ _ _ _ _
She's very fragile [Em] and she lost her mind.
[D] Her life is precious [Em] but the world is [Am] so unkind.
It's so unkind. _
Her eyes are empty [Em] as she madly writes.
[D] She starts in the [Em] morning.
She goes till [Am] late at night.
_ Late at night. _
[G] She writes her story [D] in the sand each [F] day.
The tide rolls [G] in to wash it [Am] all away. _ _ _ _ _
[G] She's trying to tell [D] us how sad it [F] seems to spend your [Em] life a dream, your [Am] _ overdreamed.
But she's a cleaner. _
_ She [G] understands there's no way [D] out.
She can't [Em] figure what the dream is [A] all about.
[Am] What's it all about? _
[Am] She's just [Em] sleeping out on the [D] street.
She bumps her little [Em] money raps rags [Am] around her feet.
Rags around her feet.
[G] She writes her [E] story in the sand each [F] day.
The tide [Em] rolls in to wash it [Am] all away.
Wash it all away. _
_ [G] She's trying to [D] tell us how sad it [F] seems to live [Em] your life a prisoner [Am] of a dream. _ _ _ _ _
You know [G] she's just a prisoner.
[F] She's just [Em] a prisoner.
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[Em] _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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[G] _ [D] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _
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All alone [Em] each and every day.
[D] It's a land of plenty [Em] but she got no where [Am] to stay.
She got no where to stay. _
The streets and alleys [Em] is where she lives.
[D] Cause the land of plenty.
[Em] You got no [Am] more to give. _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] No more blocks [D] gonna be built.
[F] The sky's the [Em] only roof above [Am] her head. _ _ _ _ _
[G] The streets are teaching [E] her what it means [F] to be a prisoner [G]
of the [Am] American dream.
_ She's a prisoner. _
She's a prisoner. _ _ _ _ _ _
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She's a prisoner. _ _ _ _ _ _
She's a prisoner.
She's a prisoner.
_ She's _ a prisoner. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ She's a prisoner.
She's a prisoner. _ _ _
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On the beach [Em] riding in the sand, [D] she's a throwaway from [D] the primate [Am] land. _ _ _ _ _ _
All she [G] owns is on her back.
[D] She carries her thing in a little paper [Am] _ sack. _ _ _ _
[G] She writes her story [D] in the sand each day.
[F] The tide rolls in [Em] to wash it [Am] all away.
Wash it all away. _ _
[G] She's trying to tell us [D] how sad it [F] seems to spend your [Em] life a dream, your [Am] overdreamed. _ _ _ _ _
She's very fragile [Em] and she lost her mind.
[D] Her life is precious [Em] but the world is [Am] so unkind.
It's so unkind. _
Her eyes are empty [Em] as she madly writes.
[D] She starts in the [Em] morning.
She goes till [Am] late at night.
_ Late at night. _
[G] She writes her story [D] in the sand each [F] day.
The tide rolls [G] in to wash it [Am] all away. _ _ _ _ _
[G] She's trying to tell [D] us how sad it [F] seems to spend your [Em] life a dream, your [Am] _ overdreamed.
But she's a cleaner. _
_ She [G] understands there's no way [D] out.
She can't [Em] figure what the dream is [A] all about.
[Am] What's it all about? _
[Am] She's just [Em] sleeping out on the [D] street.
She bumps her little [Em] money raps rags [Am] around her feet.
Rags around her feet.
[G] She writes her [E] story in the sand each [F] day.
The tide [Em] rolls in to wash it [Am] all away.
Wash it all away. _
_ [G] She's trying to [D] tell us how sad it [F] seems to live [Em] your life a prisoner [Am] of a dream. _ _ _ _ _
You know [G] she's just a prisoner.
[F] She's just [Em] a prisoner.
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[Em] _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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[G] _ [D] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _
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All alone [Em] each and every day.
[D] It's a land of plenty [Em] but she got no where [Am] to stay.
She got no where to stay. _
The streets and alleys [Em] is where she lives.
[D] Cause the land of plenty.
[Em] You got no [Am] more to give. _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] No more blocks [D] gonna be built.
[F] The sky's the [Em] only roof above [Am] her head. _ _ _ _ _
[G] The streets are teaching [E] her what it means [F] to be a prisoner [G]
of the [Am] American dream.
_ She's a prisoner. _
She's a prisoner. _ _ _ _ _ _
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She's a prisoner. _ _ _ _ _ _
She's a prisoner.
She's a prisoner.
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_ _ _ She's a prisoner.
She's a prisoner. _ _ _
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