Ghosts In The Bone chords by Guy Smith

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

Verse:
Am                                      Dm
She flinches when anyone touches, still afraid to tells the cops
C                                        Em
And hides behind closed curtains, 'cause memories of that night won't stop

Am                                         Dm
While on the street corner he sits, rusted wheelchair, tin cup in hand
C                                           Em
Drinking down thoughts of shelling, and the leg he left in Afghanistan

Am                                                  Dm
The wife and husband, they no longer talk about it, both have forgotten how to pray
C                                                        Em
Choking back the tears every time they think about their daughter's tiny grave

Dsus2
And they're all just ignoring the ghosts down in their bones

Verse:
Am                                      Dm
A tired man sits alone in a corner, his nursing home gray and cold
C                                        Em
With others abandoned by their children, they're all just struggling to be old

Am                                      Dm
She worries where life may go, orphaned young and no kin that cared
C                                          Em
Heading off in the back of a foster's car, alone and completely scared

Am                                      Dm
They sit at the bar, maybe they glance, yet they still sit far apart
C                                      Em
Cheated before, neither can afford the cost of another broken heart

Dsus2
And they're all just a little crippled by the ghosts in their bones

Bridge:
Dm                               Am
We collect and we keep them, and bury them deep
G                                   Em
Wear our brave faces in public, and try not to weep
Am                           C
While life heaps on more, we ache, and we groan
Asus4                              Am
Fighting to keep the ghosts buried down in our bones

Verse:
Am                                               Dm
They left bits of their soul scattered along the shoulder of life's road
C                                        Em
Taking life's punches, entombing fears, all trying not to carry that load

Am                                   Dm
The boy who can't face a priest, and who walks away from God
C                                                 Em
Or the girl who can't face her father, because he made childhood nasty and hard

Am                                                        Dm
They rattle within even those, even those without sin, to deal with on our own
C                                 Em
Getting by but always fearing the ghosts down in their bones


And we're all just a little haunted by ghosts in our bones