Blood And Whiskey chords by The Mechanisms

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

Intro:

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Verse 1:
       Dm             Am                F      Am
Oh my loves, raise a glass to those we leave behind
        C      Am            C            Am
We may end up dead, with a bullet in the head
    Dm              F                 Am        Dm
But if we’re not returning from this damn fool quest
        F                     B                 Am Dm
Then tonight let's drown our sorrows down with whiskey

  Dm       Am               Dm                 F
Guinevere, you’re my stars, Arthur, you’re my night,
       F                 Am          F            Am
And I know we’ve got to ride at the dawn's first light
       Dm                Am                Dm         F
And I ain’t saying this preacher man’s crusade ain’t right
     F                  B                  Am Dm
But first let's fuel a few more sins with whiskey


Verse 2:
     Dm             Am                 F     Am
Lancelot, you’re a fool to drink your bottle dry
         C          Am               C              Am
Whiskey kills your fear, and you'll want keep that near
         Dm                  F                Am        Dm
‘Cause I don’t know what is out there but we need that GRAIL
       F                  B              Am Dm
And I love you, but you stink to hell of whiskey

 Dm         Am               Dm        F
Galahad is crazy but you’ve felt that heat
         F         Am                F        Am
And the only explanation comes from his damn seat
         Dm          Am               Dm       B
And with you and Guinevere I know we won’t be beat
       F                  B                Am Dm
So we might as well have one more drop of whiskey


Interlude:
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Verse 3:
            Dm                Am             F        Am
Drain your glass, strap your piece, for my loves, we ride
       C        Am          C               Am
Empty miles of steel fall away beneath our wheels
       Dm               F             Am          Dm
As we leave a trail of bodies of the folks we’ve slain
         F                 B            Am Dm
And the camps we raid for gasoline and whiskey

 Dm             Am       Dm             F
Maybe it’s the heat, or maybe it’s the pain
       F               Am                F            Am
But I can’t shake the feeling we’re not coming back again
           Dm       F               Am     Dm
We’re not pure of heart, but we’re sure of aim
          F                B                  Dm Am
And our heads are full of love and blood and whiskey


Interlude:

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Verse 4:
(slower)
           Dm             Am         F        Am
There’s a dream that I've had as we ride out west
      C      Am            C                     Am
Of a golden age and this world’s wrongs all redressed,
       Dm                   F                Am       Dm
But I wake to find there’s nothing here but fear and death
        F                    B              Am Dm
And between the two there’s only blood and whiskey

 Dm                  Am              Dm           F
Quit your whinging, Arthur, or your wounds won’t heal
         F                 Am            F         Am
And the vultures that are circling will get their meal;
        Dm             F           Am         Dm
We can mourn our dead later until then don’t feel
       F                    B               Am Dm
Just clean the wounds with bloody rags and whiskey


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