i play it acoustic .
tuned a full step down . i put a capo on the second fret to fit my vocal range
better , and find it helps finger the F#m a little bit . whatever you need .
F#m A E
E | – x – | – 0 – | – 0 – |
B | – 2 – | – 2 – | – 0 – |
G | – 5 – | – 2 – | – 1 – |
D | – 2 – | – 2 – | – 2 – |
A | – 4 – | – 0 – | – 2 – |
E | – 2 – | – 0 – | – 0 – |
intro
F#m E D E ( x4 ) listen for the palm mutes
F#m A E F#m A E
i cut my teeth on the stone of a teenage romance
F#m A E F#m A E
i was the salt of the earth , i was hard , and the last of the independents
D E F#m
and the breath from my chest i was blowing kerosene
D E F#m
my lips and fingertips were stone , i wore my heart on my jeans
D E F#m
i sang the blues like the dogs left too long in the street
D E F#m
i still sing the blues with the dogs
A E F#m
and i got half a mind to let it all burn up in this fire
A E F#m
that’s been burning through my veins since i first learned to cry
A E F#m
i’d watch this whole night come down and never miss her again
D E
i never felt right and never fit in
( F#m E D E ) x4 same as intro
walking in my own skin
F#m A E F#m A E
now i got scars like the number of stars , my mind’s full of vipers
F#m A E F#m A E
i got the dust of the desert in my bones , coming through the amplifiers
D E F#m
between the minor chord fall and the fourth and the fifth
D E F#m
it’s a broken hallelujah and a pain in my fist
D E F#m
i wash my hands like the man with the blood on his teeth
D E F#m
over and over without relief
A E F#m
and i got nothing for you darling but a story to tell
A E F#m
about the rain on the pavement and the sound as it fell
A E F#m
i’d watch this whole night come down and never miss her again
D E
i never felt right and never fit in
A E F#m
walking in my old man shoes , with my scientist heart
A E F#m
i got a fever and a beaker and a shot in the dark
A E F#m
i need a cadillac ride , i need a soft summer night
D E
say a prayer for my soul , senorita
F#m E D
because i’ve been dying out here in the cold and the snow
F#m E D
i’ve got a picture of you , mama , to remind me of home
F#m E D
on the hood of a dodge on a saturday night
D E
say a prayer for my soul , senorita
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