Garden chords by The Collection

Intro:
G  Asus2  Em  G  Am  G  D/F#


G                  C        Em                     G
I planted a garden full of things that turned out rotten

           C                     Em             D
fruits and greens for miles and miles that even insects thought were bad

      G                          C       Em                  G
so I thought I’d sing about it - try and make my friends all like them

      C              Em                 D
maybe everyone would love me more if I sounded really sad

G

      G                  Am     Em              G
So I shot a man in afghanistan, he was bleeding on me

         C                 Em          D
then he said his name was jesus and he never had an army

       G                          Am         Em                  G
as he took his dying breath, the last thing that he thought he’d tell me is

         C             Em               D
“Its better to die for nothing than to kill just for your country”


        C     G           C       G
and my heart wept as the church slept

                   Am                 C
they were dreaming of parades and politicians

                 Am                                                D                 G
and a savior who allowed to rewrite his words until it matched the war inside their hearts


     G                           Am    Em                  G
so I act like I have a right to sing about the things that aren’t right

          C             Em             D
from the comfort of my couch I pretend I’ve done nothing wrong

     G                       Am     Em             G
as I hoard my money closely, bury coins for all my groceries

       C              Em                  D
and I haven’t met my neighbors yet, but I promise I will someday soon

          C                                 G               Em
cause its only been two years since I moved here inside this neighborhood

 C                               G              Em
how much longer could it be till we are family, we are blood?

   C                                     G          Em
so I’ll just play my songs and hope that they come swooning to my door

    C                                 Em
the only thing to life worth doing is that one thing that you’re made for

      Am            D         G
well, am I made for myself anymore?

Interlude:
C  G  x4


  Am             D
I found out I am nothing at all!