Hawksley Workman - What Would You Say To Me Lord

ok , this is as close as my amateur skills could get it . i’m hoping someone can
pick it up where i couldn’t quite get it and fix it up . it sounds better if you
play the G as a bar chord

D Bm
surface pain and the rust broke down
G D
and the galvanized steals around
D Bm G
chamomile and the treasury bank note fallacies
D
oh what can you say?

D Bm
broke a back on a the downsize patio
G D
lanterns all hung in array
D Bm
said it once and i’ll say it at the alter ,
G D
the hymn lines are all gonna change

D Bm
what would you say to me?
G D
what would you say to me?
D Bm F# G D
what would you say to me lord , if we both met face to face?

D Bm
dog days and the summers at the airport
G D
managers are gone for the day
D Bm
bad times hit the factory knock – offs
G D
sadness , a balloon that you break
D Bm
balance beams cast the runway child
G D
packed his bags cause he’s going to late
D Bm
mutant strains hear the message on the cork
G D
bored to tears with the lines on his face

D Bm
what would you say to me?
G D
what would you say to me?
D Bm F# G D
what would you say to me lord , if we both met face to face?

D Bm
what would you say to me?
G D
what would you say to me?
D Bm F# G D
what would you say to me lord , if we both met face to face?

D
rusty on outside
Bm
shabby on the inside
G D
angels keep a lighting my way

D
rusty on outside
Bm
shabby on the inside
G D
angels keep a lighting my way

D
rusty on outside
Bm
shabby on the inside
G D
angels keep a lighting my way

D
rusty on outside
Bm
shabby on the inside
G D
angels keep a lighting my way

D Bm
burned bridges as a boy scout cookie crumb
G D
dressing up the burns on your leg
D Bm
bad timing belled the chorus to the angel food
G D
cake melt away on your plate
D Bm
santa’s coming you can hear him in the chimney sweep
G D
barbecue a nice chunk of steak
D Bm
god and jesus and the alley way saints
G D
don’t give a damn about mistakes that you made