I Was A Photograph chords by Kasey Anderson

INTRO: (with harmonica)
Am    C     F   x2
(hold the F an extra measure and walk back with root of G)

Verse:
Am                 C
Sky the color of a match been struck
Am                        C
Sun just hangin' like the noose got stuck
Am                               C
And you can try to stare it back down
        F                 G (walk base note back to Am and repeat throughout the song)
But you can't cover it up
Am                      C
Red dirt rising 'til it fills your lungs
Am                              C
Your hand's the bullet and your heart's the gun
Am                                              C
And you learned how to turn your back on almost anything
        F                    G
But you never learned to run

Instrumental:
 Am  C   F   G

Verse:
Am                                C
You've seen the ditches where the dead get left
Am                         C
And the hungry cats in the hollow chests
Am                         C
And you can pin your eyes shut, boy
        F
But you can't get no rest
Am                             C
Hell, its just bones scattered in the dust
Am                               C
And it don't mean nothing to the TV trucks
Am                      C
'Til it's real American boys
            F               G
Spittin' up real American blood

Am                        C
In Charlie company, first thing you're taught
Am                         C
Is you ain't worth half of what you thought
Am                          C
And just like everything else I learned
F                     G
I couldn't shut it off
Am                             C
So I felt like nothing when I got back home
Am                             C
And my father saw me in my granddad's clothes
Am                              C
And said, "you inherit my blood, boy
F                               G
But your sins are all your own"

Instrumental:
Am C F G

Verse:
Am                    C
I don't sleep like I did before
Am                              C
I just wake up trembling on the bedroom floor
Am                               C
Always seven steps from the ghosts
           F                  G
On the other side of that door
Am                               C
Wondering, what did I do to earn another day
Am                                C
'Cause I don't confess, sure as hell don't pray
Am                         C
I just defend, attack, withdraw
F         G
And delay

Am       C     F
You know my face, I was a photograph
Am        C        F
On the front page, 'neath the headline war
Am        C            F
And I was numb back then, boy
Am        C             F