Chords for Wilbur Soot - Since I Saw Vienna // lyrics
Tempo:
84.9 bpm
Chords used:
C#m
B
E
A
C#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[C#] [C#m] [E]
[B]
[A] [C#m]
[E] [B] [C#m]
[A] [C#m] You, upon my jacket you've had since sixth [E] form adorned with patches of faces [B] you've
been is nothing on my cookie-coated [A] gut from a roadside.
[C#m] I'm sixteen, my boots are from airports, my backpack's from [E] friends.
I'm not a man of substance, so I'll pretend [B] to be a wanderer, wandering, leaving, [A] aesthetic
belongings, hostels and [C#m] restaurants.
[E] [G#m]
[B] [A] Cut that bit out.
[C#m] The roads are my homes, horizons my [E] targets, if I keep moving, never lose [B] sight of it,
treating my memory, feel like a fire, [A] let it burn out, don't fight it, try to move [C#m] on.
It's been sixty weeks since I saw Vienna, [E] a bandage and a wide smile slapped across [B] my face.
I'll pick up my hiking boots when I am [A] ready and I'll put down my roots when I'm dead.
[C#]
The distance is [B] [A] futile.
[Fm] Come on, don't be hasty, [G#m] you'll get that [D#m] feeling [G#m] deep [C#m] inside your bones.
[F#] I'll be gone then [E] and you [B] must [C#m] be alone.
[E] [B]
[A]
[C#] [F#]
[B]
[A] [C#m]
[E] [B] [C#m]
[A] [C#m] You, upon my jacket you've had since sixth [E] form adorned with patches of faces [B] you've
been is nothing on my cookie-coated [A] gut from a roadside.
[C#m] I'm sixteen, my boots are from airports, my backpack's from [E] friends.
I'm not a man of substance, so I'll pretend [B] to be a wanderer, wandering, leaving, [A] aesthetic
belongings, hostels and [C#m] restaurants.
[E] [G#m]
[B] [A] Cut that bit out.
[C#m] The roads are my homes, horizons my [E] targets, if I keep moving, never lose [B] sight of it,
treating my memory, feel like a fire, [A] let it burn out, don't fight it, try to move [C#m] on.
It's been sixty weeks since I saw Vienna, [E] a bandage and a wide smile slapped across [B] my face.
I'll pick up my hiking boots when I am [A] ready and I'll put down my roots when I'm dead.
[C#]
The distance is [B] [A] futile.
[Fm] Come on, don't be hasty, [G#m] you'll get that [D#m] feeling [G#m] deep [C#m] inside your bones.
[F#] I'll be gone then [E] and you [B] must [C#m] be alone.
[E] [B]
[A]
[C#] [F#]
Key:
C#m
B
E
A
C#
C#m
B
E
[C#] _ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#m] _
_ _ [E] _ _ [B] _ _ _ [C#m] _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ [C#m] You, upon my jacket you've had since sixth [E] form adorned with patches of faces [B] you've
been is nothing on my cookie-coated [A] gut from a roadside.
_ [C#m] I'm sixteen, my boots are from airports, my backpack's from [E] friends.
I'm not a man of substance, so I'll pretend [B] to be a wanderer, wandering, leaving, [A] aesthetic
belongings, hostels and [C#m] restaurants.
_ _ _ [E] _ [G#m] _
_ [B] _ _ [A] _ Cut that bit out. _
[C#m] The roads are my homes, horizons my [E] targets, if I keep moving, never lose [B] sight of it,
treating my memory, feel like a fire, [A] let it burn out, don't fight it, try to move [C#m] on.
It's been sixty weeks since I saw Vienna, [E] a bandage and a wide smile slapped across [B] my face.
I'll pick up my hiking boots when I am [A] ready and I'll put down my roots when I'm dead.
_ [C#] _ _
_ The distance is [B] [A] futile. _
[Fm] Come on, don't be hasty, [G#m] you'll get that [D#m] feeling [G#m] deep [C#m] inside your bones.
_ _ [F#] I'll be gone then _ [E] and you [B] must [C#m] be alone.
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#m] _
_ _ [E] _ _ [B] _ _ _ [C#m] _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ [C#m] You, upon my jacket you've had since sixth [E] form adorned with patches of faces [B] you've
been is nothing on my cookie-coated [A] gut from a roadside.
_ [C#m] I'm sixteen, my boots are from airports, my backpack's from [E] friends.
I'm not a man of substance, so I'll pretend [B] to be a wanderer, wandering, leaving, [A] aesthetic
belongings, hostels and [C#m] restaurants.
_ _ _ [E] _ [G#m] _
_ [B] _ _ [A] _ Cut that bit out. _
[C#m] The roads are my homes, horizons my [E] targets, if I keep moving, never lose [B] sight of it,
treating my memory, feel like a fire, [A] let it burn out, don't fight it, try to move [C#m] on.
It's been sixty weeks since I saw Vienna, [E] a bandage and a wide smile slapped across [B] my face.
I'll pick up my hiking boots when I am [A] ready and I'll put down my roots when I'm dead.
_ [C#] _ _
_ The distance is [B] [A] futile. _
[Fm] Come on, don't be hasty, [G#m] you'll get that [D#m] feeling [G#m] deep [C#m] inside your bones.
_ _ [F#] I'll be gone then _ [E] and you [B] must [C#m] be alone.
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _