Tops Of The Trees chords by The Brothers Comatose

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

Key: A

Difficulty: Novice

Intro:
      Bm                       Gbm
I got sixteen bounties on this forehead of mine,
        Bm                         Gbm
There's no chance I'm waiting so I might as well try,
     Bm              Gbm
That big red sun is about to go down,
        E                             D
Well I guess it's high time I got the fuck out of town,
 Bm              D                Gbm
Need to find a place where I can rest and be kind,
Bm            D              Gbm
Got too much log dust stuck behind my eyes,
Bm             D              Gbm
Need to find a place in the middle of beyond,
       E                            D
But I tell you little angel, you'll never know I'm gone.

Chorus:

           Gbm                          A         Bm
And as the tops of the trees turn from golden to green,
        D
And the river sighs softly to her,
Gbm         A                                   Bm
Well as the nights rolling in I roll a joint again,
         D
And the city cries softly to her.

Verse:

Bm          D          Gbm
Every day people are trying to find,
        Bm              D                      Gbm
Their perfect train to get them where they're going on time,
    Bm               D           Gbm
For me, that's the hardest thing I've ever known,
    E                              D
So watch for me walking down that big open road,
  Bm                               Gbm
If I don't pay attention I'll be a slave to my mind,
Bm                            Gbm
Don't need to wait for all my stars to align,
     Bm           D           Gbm
The silver dollar moon is the same as mine,
     E                          D
She wants to hear it speak, but I just let it shine.

Chorus:


           Gbm                          A         Bm
And as the tops of the trees turn from golden to green,
        D
And the river sighs softly to her,
Gbm         A                                   Bm
Well as the nights rolling in I roll a joint again,
         D
And the city cries softly to her.

Breakdown:

       A                    F                D
Well, sometimes you got to break from this world,
A                   F           D
Sometimes a pretty girl does enough,
Pretty girl.

Outro:

           Gbm                          A         Bm
And as the tops of the trees turn from golden to green,
        D
And the river sighs softly to her,
Gbm         A                                   Bm
Well as the nights rolling in I roll a joint again,
         D
And the city cries softly to her.