This tab is far from perfect, but I think it's good enough. Maybe someone else will see
it and use it as a template to make a better one. But this is one of my favorite songs, so I
thought I'd post it. I have no idea what's going on during the solos, so have fun with that.
Please leave comments/corrections at the bottom! Thanks!
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Oh, these mountains make me crazy
F#m
My legs can’t seem to stand
Bm G
And I’ll be leaving in the morning with or without you she said
D
If I’m breaking what I’m building
F#m
I’ve ripped out every single stone
Bm G
And you can break my soul or bones girl but you can’t destroy my home
Em
No you can't destroy my home
D
If these street lights they all flicker
F#m
Just like candles in the street
Bm G
I will give my soul to strangers and let the bastards sell it cheap
D
I've seen girls out on the street lord
F#m
Men drunk on the boulevard
Bm G
The kings all know my face lord and the jokers pulled my card
Em
Oh, the jokers pulled my card
Bm D
They say that that doesn’t kill you makes you stronger
Bm F#m
I should be pretty strong or so it seems
G Em
Cause I almost died a thousand times
D Bm
Oh, death it follows me
A
I guess that’s what separates us gods from kings
D
We will plant our dead in boxes
F#m
And pray to god that something grows
Bm
Leave the widow on her knees
G
Boys dressed in black with empty hopes
D
The children’s screams are crazy
F#m
Their eyes are blacked out from the smoke
Bm G
I can spare my bread and water, but I cannot spare my coat
Em
No I cannot spare my coat
D
Don’t damn my imagination
F#m
Cause my dreams are all I have
Bm
In the day its damp and dirty
G
But when I sleep it’s not that bad
D
Dirty hands they cling to boxcars
F#m
Tender tears stain frozen cheeks
Bm G
We're all searching for salvation but we won’t find it in these streets
Em
We won’t find it in these streets
Bm D
They say that that doesn’t kill you makes you stronger
Bm F#m
I should be pretty strong or so it seems
G Em
Cause I almost died a thousand times
D Bm
Oh, death it follows me
A
I guess that’s what separates us gods from kings
D
Everybody lives for something
F#m
Well I guess I must live to think
D
You can have my thoughts at half the cost
Em
'Cause I think they’re killing me
D
Well the tree lines weave through fields
F#m
Giant serpents of the south
D Em
I’ve seen the sun set on the ocean I’ve seen the daylight drown itself
D
Poets drink their whiskey
F#m
They point out problems in our lives
Bm
Well you will will never read his notebooks
G
He wont be famous till he dies
D
Well without our hearts were nothing
F#m
And without our spines were weak
Bm G
Well you can pump my blood or hold me up but that still won't make me free
Em
No that still won’t make me free
D Em G D
