Blood And Whiskey Ukulele chords by The Mechanisms

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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