Chords, the 'x' means to mute, to give it that base note. Hope this helps.
C9 Dsus4 Em7 G5 Am7 *Bm7/Gmaj7
E|-----3-----3-----3-----3-----0-----2-----|
B|-----3-----3-----3-----3-----1-----3-----|
G|-----0-----2-----0-----0-----0-----0-----|
D|-----x-----0-----2-----0-----2-----0-----|
A|-----3-----x-----2-----x-----0-----2-----|
E|-----x-----x-----x-----3-----0-----0-----|
You can just hammer on as you move to the next chord.
Intro x4
Verse:
G5 C9
Maybe you know noting,
Em7 Dsus4
But I sure as hell know something
G5 C9 Em7 Dsus4
‘Bout a mother’s son.
G5 C9
And staring at my face,
Em7 Dsus4
I’m tracing lines across the same space
G5 C9 Em7 Dsus4
As the older one’s.
G5 C9
And I look out my window
Em7 Dsus4 G5 C9 Em7 Dsus4
Petrified by everything I done,
G5 C9
When I look at you baby.
Bridge to chorus:
Em7 Dsus4 C9
Tell me you know where I’m coming from.
Em7 Dsus4 C9 D-Dsus4-D
A thousand years of searching for the one.
Chorus:
G5 C9 Em7 Dsus4 G5 C9
And hey yeah, tonight we sorta kinda tore the lines up.
Em7 Dsus4
Tore the lines, tore the lines.
G5 C9 Em7 Dsus4 G5
And hey baby, of course the course of horsing tore the lines up.
C9 Em7 Dsus4
Tore the line, tore the lines, tore the lines.
(Play intro once)
Verse:
G5 C9
I’m a fan of photographs,
Em7 Dsus4
And all those dated members,
G5 C9 Em7 Dsus4
Hanging in my tree.
G5 C9
If you read Grandpa’s letters,
Em7 Dsus4
Put together and sugar,
G5 C9 Em7 Dsus4
You know why you hang with me.
G5 C9
And I look out my window,
Em7 Dsus4 G5 C9 Em7 Dsus4
Petrified by everything I see,
G C9
when I look at you baby.
Bridge to chorus:
Em7 Dsus4 C9
Something seems to whisper home to me,
Em7 Dsus4 C9 D-Dsus4-D
A thousand years so what's a thousand three?
Chorus
Bridge:
Am7 *Bm7/Gmaj7 C9 Dsus4 D
Every that loves each other, loves their brother right,
Am7 *Bm7/Gmaj7
And when the time comes to tear the lines up,
C9 Dsus4 G5 C9 Em7 Dsus4
That’s when I’ll show you, that’s when love’s alive.
Chorus
Outro:
Play intro once, then end with the intro but play the Em7 and the Dsus4 fast and end on G.
