Chords for Watchhouse | 2022-07-31 | Gospel Shoes
Tempo:
108.45 bpm
Chords used:
F
Bb
C
D
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D] [F]
[Dm] [Gb] Wrong key.
All right, here we go.
[F] [Am]
[F] [D] [Bb]
[D] [F] [Am]
[Bb] [F] [A] [Bb]
[D] [F] Some set their heads to swimming, nothing to lose.
[A] They dripped about [Bb] their good times [C] with slippers in [F] their boots.
Some walked the straight and narrow, [C] only [F] passing through.
[G] Trading this [Bb] world over [F] for a pair of gospel shoes.
[Am]
[Bb] [F] [Gm] [Bb]
[C] [F] Well, gospel shoes are lace, [Gm] [F] shackles and chains, [A] and they're fitted [Bb] for the poor, [C] the runners of [F] the race.
Now every [Am] hand is folded [Bb] in the shape [F] of a gun.
[Gm] The target's [Bb] ever changing, [D] but the war [F] rages.
[Dm] So the [F] armies march onward with a mother [Dm] and [C] a son.
[Dm] Is this world [F] screaming color, spleeched [C] in the blood?
[F] [A] [D]
[A] [C] [F]
[Cm] [Gm] [C] [F]
Well, freedom was a simple [Bb] word, so [F] reverent and true.
[Gm] A long [Bb] time ago, [C] it meant the [F] right to choose.
Who you [Am] love and how to [Bb] live, now it's [F] so [Dm] misused.
And twisted by the politics [C] of men in [F] gospel shoes.
[Dm] So the [F] armies march onward with a [Dm] mother [C] and a son.
[Dm] Is this world [F] screaming color, spleeched [C] in the blood?
[Bb] Our mother, [D] she is [C] crying, [F] her broken [Bb] heart is bleeding.
She's wearing too [D] busy [C] dying
[F] to [Am] love this [Bb] life.
She's grown weary of the lion, she's tired of all this [C] fighting, in the name of [F] gospel shoes.
[A] [Bb]
[D] [Bb] [C] [F]
[Am] [Bb]
[Am] [Bb] [F]
[Dm] [F]
[D] [A]
[Dm] [F]
[D]
[Dm] [F]
[C] [Dm]
[F]
[C] [C]
[D]
Josh Oliver on the guitar back here.
[G]
[Dm] [Gb] Wrong key.
All right, here we go.
[F] [Am]
[F] [D] [Bb]
[D] [F] [Am]
[Bb] [F] [A] [Bb]
[D] [F] Some set their heads to swimming, nothing to lose.
[A] They dripped about [Bb] their good times [C] with slippers in [F] their boots.
Some walked the straight and narrow, [C] only [F] passing through.
[G] Trading this [Bb] world over [F] for a pair of gospel shoes.
[Am]
[Bb] [F] [Gm] [Bb]
[C] [F] Well, gospel shoes are lace, [Gm] [F] shackles and chains, [A] and they're fitted [Bb] for the poor, [C] the runners of [F] the race.
Now every [Am] hand is folded [Bb] in the shape [F] of a gun.
[Gm] The target's [Bb] ever changing, [D] but the war [F] rages.
[Dm] So the [F] armies march onward with a mother [Dm] and [C] a son.
[Dm] Is this world [F] screaming color, spleeched [C] in the blood?
[F] [A] [D]
[A] [C] [F]
[Cm] [Gm] [C] [F]
Well, freedom was a simple [Bb] word, so [F] reverent and true.
[Gm] A long [Bb] time ago, [C] it meant the [F] right to choose.
Who you [Am] love and how to [Bb] live, now it's [F] so [Dm] misused.
And twisted by the politics [C] of men in [F] gospel shoes.
[Dm] So the [F] armies march onward with a [Dm] mother [C] and a son.
[Dm] Is this world [F] screaming color, spleeched [C] in the blood?
[Bb] Our mother, [D] she is [C] crying, [F] her broken [Bb] heart is bleeding.
She's wearing too [D] busy [C] dying
[F] to [Am] love this [Bb] life.
She's grown weary of the lion, she's tired of all this [C] fighting, in the name of [F] gospel shoes.
[A] [Bb]
[D] [Bb] [C] [F]
[Am] [Bb]
[Am] [Bb] [F]
[Dm] [F]
[D] [A]
[Dm] [F]
[D]
[Dm] [F]
[C] [Dm]
[F]
[C] [C]
[D]
Josh Oliver on the guitar back here.
[G]
Key:
F
Bb
C
D
Dm
F
Bb
C
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [F] _
_ _ [Dm] _ _ _ [Gb] Wrong key.
All right, here we go.
_ [F] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [Bb] _ _
[D] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _
[Bb] _ _ [F] _ _ [A] _ _ [Bb] _ _
[D] _ _ [F] _ _ _ Some set their heads to swimming, _ nothing to lose.
[A] They dripped about [Bb] their good times [C] with slippers in [F] their boots.
Some walked the straight and narrow, _ [C] only [F] passing through.
[G] Trading this [Bb] world over [F] for a pair of gospel shoes.
_ [Am] _ _
[Bb] _ _ [F] _ _ [Gm] _ _ [Bb] _ _
[C] _ _ [F] _ _ _ Well, gospel shoes are lace, [Gm] _ [F] shackles and chains, [A] and they're fitted [Bb] for the poor, [C] the runners of [F] the race.
Now every [Am] hand is folded [Bb] in the shape [F] of a gun.
[Gm] The target's [Bb] ever changing, [D] but the war [F] rages. _ _ _
[Dm] _ So the [F] armies march onward with a mother [Dm] _ and [C] a son. _
[Dm] _ Is this world [F] screaming color, _ _ _ spleeched [C] in the blood? _
[F] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [F] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Cm] _ [Gm] _ _ _ [C] _ _ [F] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Well, freedom was a simple [Bb] word, so [F] reverent and true.
_ [Gm] A long [Bb] time ago, [C] it meant the [F] right to choose.
Who you [Am] love and how to [Bb] live, now it's [F] so [Dm] misused.
And twisted by the politics [C] of men in [F] gospel shoes. _ _
[Dm] _ So the [F] armies march onward with a [Dm] mother [C] and a son. _
[Dm] _ Is this world [F] screaming color, _ _ _ spleeched [C] in the blood? _
[Bb] _ Our mother, [D] she is _ [C] crying, [F] _ her broken [Bb] heart is bleeding. _
_ She's wearing too [D] busy [C] dying _
[F] to [Am] love this [Bb] life. _ _ _
_ She's grown weary of the lion, _ _ _ _ she's tired of all this [C] fighting, in the name of [F] gospel shoes.
[A] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [C] _ _ [F] _ _
_ _ [Am] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
[Am] _ [Bb] _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Josh Oliver on the guitar back here.
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Dm] _ _ _ [Gb] Wrong key.
All right, here we go.
_ [F] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [Bb] _ _
[D] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _
[Bb] _ _ [F] _ _ [A] _ _ [Bb] _ _
[D] _ _ [F] _ _ _ Some set their heads to swimming, _ nothing to lose.
[A] They dripped about [Bb] their good times [C] with slippers in [F] their boots.
Some walked the straight and narrow, _ [C] only [F] passing through.
[G] Trading this [Bb] world over [F] for a pair of gospel shoes.
_ [Am] _ _
[Bb] _ _ [F] _ _ [Gm] _ _ [Bb] _ _
[C] _ _ [F] _ _ _ Well, gospel shoes are lace, [Gm] _ [F] shackles and chains, [A] and they're fitted [Bb] for the poor, [C] the runners of [F] the race.
Now every [Am] hand is folded [Bb] in the shape [F] of a gun.
[Gm] The target's [Bb] ever changing, [D] but the war [F] rages. _ _ _
[Dm] _ So the [F] armies march onward with a mother [Dm] _ and [C] a son. _
[Dm] _ Is this world [F] screaming color, _ _ _ spleeched [C] in the blood? _
[F] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [F] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Cm] _ [Gm] _ _ _ [C] _ _ [F] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Well, freedom was a simple [Bb] word, so [F] reverent and true.
_ [Gm] A long [Bb] time ago, [C] it meant the [F] right to choose.
Who you [Am] love and how to [Bb] live, now it's [F] so [Dm] misused.
And twisted by the politics [C] of men in [F] gospel shoes. _ _
[Dm] _ So the [F] armies march onward with a [Dm] mother [C] and a son. _
[Dm] _ Is this world [F] screaming color, _ _ _ spleeched [C] in the blood? _
[Bb] _ Our mother, [D] she is _ [C] crying, [F] _ her broken [Bb] heart is bleeding. _
_ She's wearing too [D] busy [C] dying _
[F] to [Am] love this [Bb] life. _ _ _
_ She's grown weary of the lion, _ _ _ _ she's tired of all this [C] fighting, in the name of [F] gospel shoes.
[A] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [C] _ _ [F] _ _
_ _ [Am] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
[Am] _ [Bb] _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Josh Oliver on the guitar back here.
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _