Chords Ryan Bingham - Junky Star
Lyrics Ryan Bingham - Junky Star
junky star – ryan bingham and the dead horses
album : junky star
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B G#/A A
B
the man come to shake my hand
G#/A A
and rob me of my farm
B
i shot him dead and hung my head
G#/A A
and drove off in his car
B
so on the run with a smokin gun
G#/A A
im lookin for the coast
B
of all the things ive had and lost
G#/A A
your love i miss the most
E B A
and hell will have to pay
B E
i went a little bit too far id say
half drunk i stumble on
the whiskey from the bar
sleepin in the santa monica pier
with the junkies and the stars
for when i wore a spanish cross
was reachin for my hand
then a stranger took the place
of words i couldnt understand
E B A
and theres nothing but the ground
E B A
its the only place ive found
E B A E
where i can lay my head in town
down on the boulevard
the sidewalk shuffles change
cracked out from the night before
hallucinating in the rain
so i borrowed a quarter for
a call to the other side
told god that the whole damn world
was waitin in line to die
but not me this time
i left the trouble far behind
and then he tied his arm off one more time
the man come to shake my hand
and rob me of my farm
junky star – ryan bingham and the dead horses
album : junky star
standard tuning
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| – – 4 – – – – 2 – – – – 2 – – – – |
| – – 2 – – – – – – – – – 0 – – – – |
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B G#/A A
B
the man come to shake my hand
G#/A A
and rob me of my farm
B
i shot him dead and hung my head
G#/A A
and drove off in his car
B
so on the run with a smokin gun
G#/A A
im lookin for the coast
B
of all the things ive had and lost
G#/A A
your love i miss the most
E B A
and hell will have to pay
B E
i went a little bit too far id say
half drunk i stumble on
the whiskey from the bar
sleepin in the santa monica pier
with the junkies and the stars
for when i wore a spanish cross
was reachin for my hand
then a stranger took the place
of words i couldnt understand
E B A
and theres nothing but the ground
E B A
its the only place ive found
E B A E
where i can lay my head in town
down on the boulevard
the sidewalk shuffles change
cracked out from the night before
hallucinating in the rain
so i borrowed a quarter for
a call to the other side
told god that the whole damn world
was waitin in line to die
but not me this time
i left the trouble far behind
and then he tied his arm off one more time
the man come to shake my hand
and rob me of my farm