Bad Books - Texas, аккорды

Вступление Tuning (this tab): Drop D For the chords, I like to use the open chord and strum the A,D, and G strings. Occasionally, Andy will strum the lower bass notes or hit the higher strings, but for the most part, he plays the chords on the "middle" strings. Drop D: Intro: e|------------------------------------------5-5-5--------------------------| B|-----------------------7------------------8-7-5--------------------------| G|-------------4-------7---7-----2-------(7)7-7-7--------------------------| D|----5h7-5--------5h7------5------4-2-----------------------------7-5-----| A|----------------------------0------------------------------------7-5-----| D|-0--------5---0-----------------------0---------5-(5)-(5)-0-0-7--7-5-0---| D G My love has gone away D A Packed up her bags and then boarded that plane D G And I guess that the time I figured you’d wait A G D Teary face, leaky breath, a bitter taste D G Tripped out for 600 years D A Who would have thought I’d make it last year? D G In a way it makes sense that I died and reappeared A G D As that fly you’ve been swatting for years e|------5-5-5-5--| B|------8-7-5-5--| G|---(7)7-7-7-7--| D|---------------| A|---------------| D|-0-------------| D G Calm down and make him a drink D A Pretty small town and the gossip repeats G A D She took off her clothes and sat on the bed next to me D G My heart is pumping my blood, D A your hearts not beating at all G A D In a way it makes sense that it isn’t, it just never was D G Right now, a sinful exchange D A Once done, unspeakable shame D G And I should’ve known where I took the blame A G D The sweat and the shame fireless flame A G Please god don’t take him too D A Take me, a replicant fool G A D Lost a gear and now I hardly move A D He’s a kid, I’m a fool D G Please son, where is your faith? D A Take off your bushels set fire to your pain G A D You will heal like a cut, let it scar let it scab, let it stain G A D In a while I promise you’ll see G A D A You’re alive, not the blemish or burns that you keep on your feet D G I am a towel that is soaked to the core, D A heavier now than it’s gotten before D G And something inside of me needs more and more, A G D sooner than later never no more A G D Sooner than later, never no more