Patent Pending - Six Feet
Standard Tuning - No Capo
Am C Dm Em F G
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B|-1---1---3---0---1---3-|
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D|-2---2---0---2---3---0-|
A|-0---3---x---2---3---2-|
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Intro:
Am
Am
Left, right, left, right, left, right
Am
Gotta hit the ground before the moon comes down,
Em F
Get your beak into the dirt,
Am
'Cause the birds out there still waking up,
Em F
Are the last to get their worm,
Am
And even when the table's full
Em F Am
Only the foolish slow down
N.C.
I been around long enough to know there ain't enough to go 'round
Am
Been working to the bone
F C
Been burning both ends
Am
Trying to make them meet
F C
Before we're hungry again
Am
So it's left, right, left
F C
Down the trail of the dead,
Am F C
And only six feet between me and catching my breath
Am G Am
And only six feet between me and getting some rest
Am
Left, right, left, right, left, right, all right
Am
Gotta grind to the slow times
Em F
'Cause thinking about the clock won't make the time fly
Am
When you're counting down the minutes adding up the hours given
Em F
Remember the fact that Friday isn't over just 'cause you think you finished up
Am
When you hear that whistle blow,
Em F Am
Only the weakest go home like that
N.C.
Pain don't put food on that plate
Am
Been working to the bone
F C
Been burning both ends
Am
Trying to make them meet
F C
Before we're hungry again
Am
So it's left, right, left
F C
Down the trail of the dead,
Am F C
And only six feet between me and catching my breath
Am
Been working to the bone
F C
Been burning both ends
Am
Trying to make them meet
F C
Before we're hungry again
Am
So it's left, right, left
F C
Down the trail of the dead,
Am F C
And only six feet between me and catching my breath
Am G Am
And only six feet between me and getting some rest
Am
Ain't nobody coming when you make the call
G Dm
'Cause every man gunning for the first to fall
Am
Fill that bucket 'til the well runs dry
G Dm
It's left, right, left 'til the day you die
Am
Ain't nobody coming when you make the call
G Dm
'Cause every man gunning for the first to fall
Am
Fill that bucket 'til the well runs dry
G Dm
It's left, right, left 'til the day you diee
Am
Ain't nobody coming when you make the call
G Dm
'Cause every man gunning for the first to fall
Am
Fill that bucket 'til the well runs dry
G Dm
It's left, right, left 'til the day you die
Am
Been working to the bone
F C
Been burning both ends
Am
Trying to make them meet
F C
Before we're hungry again
Am
So it's left, right, left
F C
Down the trail of the dead,
Am N.C.
Sometimes those six feet look tempting, I gotta confess.
Am
Been working to the bone
F C
Been burning both ends
Am
Trying to make them meet
F C
Before we're hungry again
Am
So it's left, right, left
F C
Down the trail of the dead,
Am F C
And only six feet between me and catching my breath
Am G Am
And only six feet between me and getting some rest
Enjoy!
-Sace
