The Country Child chords by Frog Eyes
Guitar chords with lyrics
This is how I play the song! Suggestions and corrections welcome!
[Verse 1]
Em D
All the actors say the streets are bathed in fire
Em D
And all the action happens in the mouth of a bourboned liar
C G
We're gonna riot on the streets today!
C G
Smash an apple on the face of the state:
[Chorus]
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C D C D
Fundamentally opposed to the cut of your clothes
C D C D Em F#m
Put your mouth in the sky and push it to edge of flight.
[Verse 2]
Em D
Autumn's faction bursts into the Hyatt and demands a sum:
Em D
The golden statue puzzles and attempts one awkward pun:
C G
Feed a fever as the five fevers rage
C G
Feed a fever and paginate your page!
[Chorus]
C D C D
Fundamentally opposed to the cost of your coal
C D C D
Shopkeeper keeps a bowl and he spits his mouth's full
C D C D
In spite of the winds and the customs of pimps:
C D C D
The moon sheds its rise! The moon sheds its rise!
Bm Am G F#m D Em
e|--------------------------------------------------|
B|--------------------------------------------------|
G|--------------------------------------------------|
D|--9----7----5----4----0--2/-----------------------|
A|--------------------------------------------------|
E|--------------------------------------------------|
[Bridge]
Am Em
The country child culled an abundance of hay:
Am Em C
And I want his uncle's gold: And I want it today-ay!
Em C
I said it!
Em C
I said it!
Em C Em
I said it! Four fingered-waif's got to stop!
G A G F#m D Em
e|--------------------------------------------------|
B|--------------------------------------------------|
G|--------------------------------------------------|
D|--------------------------------------------------| x2
A|--10----12----10--12--10--9--10--9--5----7--------|
E|--------------------------------------------------|
(I think this is the bass line... anyway it sounds pretty good to me!)
[Outro]
C Em C Em
You don't fear the reaper, you don't fear his son,
C Em C Em G
You better fear the chorus, twelve ragged fingers pointed out at one!
Em G
You stick a rose in the golden sand!
Em G
You stick a rose in the golden sand!
Em G
You stick a rose in the golden sand!
Em
One writer is short of his daisies...
G A G F#m D Em
e|--------------------------------------------------|
B|--------------------------------------------------|
G|--------------------------------------------------|
D|--------------------------------------------------|
A|--10----12----10--12--10--9--10--9--5----7--------|