Chords for Watchhouse - “Gospel Shoes” (Official Audio)
Tempo:
99.2 bpm
Chords used:
E
B
A
G#m
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G#m] [F#]
[A] [B] [E]
[A] [E]
[B] [E]
Some set their [G#m] heads to swimming, [E] nothing to lose, [F#] drift [A] about to good times, [B] slippers in [E] their boots.
Some walk the straight [G#m] and narrow, [E] only passing through, trading [A] this world over [B] for a pair of gospel shoes.
[G#m]
[F#] [E] [F#] [A]
[B] [E] Gospel shoes are [A] laced, [E] shackles and [F#] chains, fitted [A] for the poor, [B] the runners of [E] the race.
Now every [G#m] hand is folded, [A] [E] shape of a gun, [F#m] targets ever changing, [E] but the war rages on.
[G#m]
[C#] So [D#] the [E] armies march on, for the mother [B] and the son, [C#m]
as this [B] world of screaming [E] coward is bleached [B] into blood.
[E] Freedom
[G#m] [E] [F#]
[A] [B] [E]
[G#m] [A] [F#]
[B] [E]
was [G#m] a simple word, so [E] reverent a truth, [C#] a long [A] time ago, [B] it meant the right thing.
[E] Who you love and how to live, [A] [E] now it's a mess sheet, [C#] twisted by the [B] politics of men and [E] dogs.
[G#m]
[C#] So [D#m] the [E] armies march on, for the mother [B] and the son,
[C#m] as this [B] world of [E] screaming coward is bleached [B] into blood.
[A]
Our mother, [B] she is crying, [E]
[B] her broken [A] heart is blue, swear to busy [B] dying, [E] to [G#m] love is like illusion.
[A] She's grown weary [B] of the life, [A] she's tired [B] of all this fighting, in the name of God.
[E]
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[B] [E] [G#m]
[A] [E] [F#] [A]
[B] [C#] [B]
[C#] [G#m] [E]
[B]
[E] [C#m] [E]
[C#m] [E]
[F#] [C#m]
[E]
[B]
[C#] [D#m] [E] www.mooji.org.
[A] [B] [E]
[A] [E]
[B] [E]
Some set their [G#m] heads to swimming, [E] nothing to lose, [F#] drift [A] about to good times, [B] slippers in [E] their boots.
Some walk the straight [G#m] and narrow, [E] only passing through, trading [A] this world over [B] for a pair of gospel shoes.
[G#m]
[F#] [E] [F#] [A]
[B] [E] Gospel shoes are [A] laced, [E] shackles and [F#] chains, fitted [A] for the poor, [B] the runners of [E] the race.
Now every [G#m] hand is folded, [A] [E] shape of a gun, [F#m] targets ever changing, [E] but the war rages on.
[G#m]
[C#] So [D#] the [E] armies march on, for the mother [B] and the son, [C#m]
as this [B] world of screaming [E] coward is bleached [B] into blood.
[E] Freedom
[G#m] [E] [F#]
[A] [B] [E]
[G#m] [A] [F#]
[B] [E]
was [G#m] a simple word, so [E] reverent a truth, [C#] a long [A] time ago, [B] it meant the right thing.
[E] Who you love and how to live, [A] [E] now it's a mess sheet, [C#] twisted by the [B] politics of men and [E] dogs.
[G#m]
[C#] So [D#m] the [E] armies march on, for the mother [B] and the son,
[C#m] as this [B] world of [E] screaming coward is bleached [B] into blood.
[A]
Our mother, [B] she is crying, [E]
[B] her broken [A] heart is blue, swear to busy [B] dying, [E] to [G#m] love is like illusion.
[A] She's grown weary [B] of the life, [A] she's tired [B] of all this fighting, in the name of God.
[E]
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[B] [E] [G#m]
[A] [E] [F#] [A]
[B] [C#] [B]
[C#] [G#m] [E]
[B]
[E] [C#m] [E]
[C#m] [E]
[F#] [C#m]
[E]
[B]
[C#] [D#m] [E] www.mooji.org.
Key:
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G#m
F#
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_ _ [A] _ [B] _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ [E] _ _
Some set their [G#m] heads to swimming, [E] nothing to lose, [F#] drift [A] about to good times, [B] slippers in [E] their boots.
Some walk the straight [G#m] and narrow, _ [E] only passing through, trading [A] this world over [B] for a pair of gospel shoes.
[G#m] _
_ [F#] _ _ [E] _ _ [F#] _ _ [A] _
_ [B] _ _ [E] _ _ _ Gospel shoes are [A] laced, [E] shackles and [F#] chains, fitted [A] for the poor, [B] the runners of [E] the race.
Now every [G#m] hand is folded, [A] [E] shape of a gun, _ [F#m] targets ever changing, [E] but the war rages on.
_ [G#m] _ _
[C#] So [D#] the [E] armies march on, _ for the mother _ [B] and the son, _ [C#m] _
as this [B] world of screaming [E] coward is _ bleached [B] into blood.
[E] Freedom _
[G#m] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
[A] _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[G#m] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
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was [G#m] a simple word, so [E] reverent a truth, [C#] a long [A] time ago, [B] it meant the right thing.
[E] _ Who you love and how to live, [A] [E] now it's a mess sheet, [C#] twisted by the [B] politics of men and [E] dogs.
_ [G#m] _ _
[C#] So [D#m] the [E] armies march on, for the mother _ [B] and the son, _ _ _
[C#m] as this [B] world of [E] screaming coward is _ bleached [B] into blood.
_ [A] _
Our mother, [B] she is crying, _ [E] _
[B] her broken [A] heart is blue, _ _ swear to busy [B] _ dying, _ [E] to [G#m] love is like illusion.
_ _ [A] She's grown weary [B] of the life, _ _ [A] _ she's tired [B] of all this fighting, in the name of God.
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[C#] _ _ [D#m] _ [E] _ _ www.mooji.org. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [B] _ _ _ [E] _ _
Some set their [G#m] heads to swimming, [E] nothing to lose, [F#] drift [A] about to good times, [B] slippers in [E] their boots.
Some walk the straight [G#m] and narrow, _ [E] only passing through, trading [A] this world over [B] for a pair of gospel shoes.
[G#m] _
_ [F#] _ _ [E] _ _ [F#] _ _ [A] _
_ [B] _ _ [E] _ _ _ Gospel shoes are [A] laced, [E] shackles and [F#] chains, fitted [A] for the poor, [B] the runners of [E] the race.
Now every [G#m] hand is folded, [A] [E] shape of a gun, _ [F#m] targets ever changing, [E] but the war rages on.
_ [G#m] _ _
[C#] So [D#] the [E] armies march on, _ for the mother _ [B] and the son, _ [C#m] _
as this [B] world of screaming [E] coward is _ bleached [B] into blood.
[E] Freedom _
[G#m] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
[A] _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[G#m] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ [B] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
was [G#m] a simple word, so [E] reverent a truth, [C#] a long [A] time ago, [B] it meant the right thing.
[E] _ Who you love and how to live, [A] [E] now it's a mess sheet, [C#] twisted by the [B] politics of men and [E] dogs.
_ [G#m] _ _
[C#] So [D#m] the [E] armies march on, for the mother _ [B] and the son, _ _ _
[C#m] as this [B] world of [E] screaming coward is _ bleached [B] into blood.
_ [A] _
Our mother, [B] she is crying, _ [E] _
[B] her broken [A] heart is blue, _ _ swear to busy [B] _ dying, _ [E] to [G#m] love is like illusion.
_ _ [A] She's grown weary [B] of the life, _ _ [A] _ she's tired [B] of all this fighting, in the name of God.
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