Chords with lyrics
Tuning: D G B E (D G B E)
Intro:
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Verse 1:
Am Em Am Em
Oh my loves, raise a glass to those we leave behind
G Em G Em
We may end up dead, with a bullet in the head
Am C Em Am
But if we’re not returning from this damn fool quest
C F G Am
Then tonight let's drown our sorrows down with whiskey
Am F Am C
Guinevere, you’re my stars, Arthur, you’re my night,
C Em G Em
And I know we’ve got to ride at the dawn's first light
Am F Am F
And I ain’t saying this preacher man’s crusade ain’t right
C F G Am
But first let's fuel a few more sins with whiskey
Verse 2:
Am Em Am Em
Lancelot, you’re a fool to drink your bottle dry
G Em G Em
Whiskey kills your fear, and you'll want keep that near
Am C Em Am
‘Cause I don’t know what is out there but we need that GRAIL
C F G Am
And I love you, but you stink to hell of whiskey
Am F Am C
Galahad is crazy but you’ve felt that heat
C Em G Em
And the only explanation comes from his damn seat
Am F Am F
And with you and Guinevere I know we won’t be beat
C F G Am
So we might as well have one more drop of whiskey
Interlude:
(faster)
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Verse 3:
Am Em Am Em
Drain your glass, strap your piece, for my loves, we ride
G Em G Em
Empty miles of steel fall away beneath our wheels
Am C Em Am
As we leave a trail of bodies of the folks we’ve slain
C F G Am
And the camps we raid for gasoline and whiskey
Am F Am C
Maybe it’s the heat, or maybe it’s the pain,
G Em G Em
But I can’t shake the feeling we’re not coming back again
Am F Am F
We’re not pure of heart, but we’re sure of aim
C F G Am
And our heads are full of love and blood and whiskey
Interlude:
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Verse 4:
(slower)
Am Em Am Em
There’s a dream that I've had as we ride out west
G Em G Em
Of a golden age and this world’s wrongs all redressed,
Am C Em Am
But I wake to find there’s nothing here but fear and death
C F G Am
And between the two there’s only blood and whiskey
Am F Am C
Quit your whinging, Arthur, or your wounds won’t heal
G Em G Em
And the vultures that are circling will get their meal;
Am F Am F
We can mourn our dead later; until then, don’t feel
C F G Am
Just clean the wounds with bloody rags and whiskey
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