Waking Up The Dead chords by Crys Matthews

Intro:

Gm


Verse 1:
Gm
There's a name etched on a gravestone —
                              C
It's as old as the shade tree high above those bones.
Gm
400 years in Pennsylvania
                                     C
Trembling at the word of God not the men who'd rather change 'em.
          Gm
Well now, time settles scores but not the cold, cold ground.
                                           C
I can feel it shift beneath my feet as I'm walking around.
        Gm
And I'm minding my steps, oh my eyes are wide
          C                             Gm
Wondering who they were when they were alive.

Chorus:
Gm
Dirt on my soles from a graveyard stroll
                         C
Picking up pieces of the past.
        Gm
And the ghosts don't scare me in this cemetery, no, no.
                  G        C       Gm
They're singing, "Freedom! Freedom at last!"


Verse 2:
Gm
Guess solid ground ain't what it should be,
                                        C
Not for all those granite slabs sinking underneath that tree,
Gm
Not for a house built upon slavery.
                                         C
They kept telling us to wait but never's all wait ever means.
          Gm
Well now, some chose the greed, they chose the greater good.
                                 C
They're gathering around me as I stand right where they stood.
        Gm
And I'm minding my steps, oh my eyes are wide,
      C                                  Gm
And I know who they were when they were alive.


Chorus:
Gm
Dirt on my soles from a graveyard stroll
                         C
Picking up pieces of the past.
        Gm
And the ghosts don't scare me in this cemetery, no, no.
                  G        C       Gm
They're singing, "Freedom! Freedom at last!"


Verse 3:
Gm
Abolitionists and Quakers
                                    C
Peeking through the veil to see the fruits of their labor.
Gm
400 years in Pennsylvania
                                C
Six feet underground, but still steady as an anchor.
        Gm
So now, I sense a hand upon my shoulder.
                               C
I'm waking up the dead and the air is getting colder.
        Gm
And I'm minding my steps, oh my eyes are wide,
      C                            Gm
And I Am who I Am 'cause they were alive.


Chorus:
Gm
Dirt on my soles from a graveyard stroll
                         C
Picking up pieces of the past.
        Gm
And the ghosts don't scare me in this cemetery, no, no.
                  G        C       Gm
They're singing, "Freedom! Freedom at last!"
 G        C       Gm
"Freedom! Freedom at last!"
 G        C       Gm
"Freedom! Freedom at last!"


Outro:
Gm