All Of This Could Have Been Yours chords by Shooter Jennings

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

Db                         A   B
I had a cure, for your disease
                     Db
But you threw it away
                                                A    B
And you made it clear i was not welcome on these seas

                     Db
And you threw it away

     E            B          Db
So i sailed and i sailed for so long
   E              B              Db
My hair grew long and my heart grew cold
       E        B                Db
I face certain death without you near
      E          B               Db
And i felt the storm and swam until the skies were clear
    E          B     F#        E       Db
And i found a home along this crooked road

    A
And all of this would have been
B                              Db
All of this could have been yours

A
All of this should have been
B                              Db
All of this could have been yours

Dbm                        F#
Black clouds roll, right over red doors
       Dbm
As the waves were high
 F#
So was i
        Dbm
And the moon never looked so angry
             F#
As when your walls came crumbling down

        A
It was so beautiful
        G#
It was so peaceful

                        F#
All the destruction, it was quiet

A
All of this would have been
B                              Db
All of this could have been yours

Solo:
Db  A  B  Db
Db  A  B  Db


(Db  A  F#m)

Db                                   A   F#m
All that you love, will be carried away

Db                                   A   F#m
Oh, all that you love, will be carried away

Db
All of my pain, that you put on my name
A                    F#m
All of my doubt, and all of my shame

Db
All of my guilt, my denial and fear
A                    F#m
All of my hatred and all of my tears

Db
All of the time that i couldnt go home
A                       F#m
All of the times that i froze all alone

Db
All of the sadness all of the lies
A                       F#m
All of the shadows that blackened my eyes

Db
All of the servants, who cheated, who stole
A                           F#m
All of the colors from the depths of my soul

Db
All of the wounded, that you left for dead
A                                F#m
Now creep in the corner, they're all in my head

Db
All of the dreams that you made nightmares
A                      F#m
All of the silence, deafening stares

Db
All of the ships who can't carry loads
A                      F#m
You wrecked in anger, along distant shores

A
All of this would have been
B                            F#
All of this could have been yours

A
All of this should have been
B                            Db
All of this could have been yours