Tuning: D G B E (D G B E) Intro: E|0-------0-------| B|----0-------0---| G|----------------| D|----------------| 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) E|0-000---0-000---12/0---0-2-3--2-0----0-2-3--5--7--| B|----------------------------------0---------------| G|--------------------------------------------------| D|--------------------------------------------------| E|5-3-5--10-------0-2-3-5-2-----------0-2-3-2-3-5-7--10--12--| B|--------------------------0--------------------------------| G|-----------7--7--------------------------------------------| D|-----------------------------0--2-1------------------------| E|10-8-7-7-5-3-8-7-5-3-2--0--| B|---------------------------| G|---------------------------| D|---------------------------| 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: E|12--12-10-------10-12--12-10---------------10------------------------------| B|---------12--12--------------12--12-10-12------12--10--12-10-12-10---------| G|-------------------------------------------------------------------11--10--| D|---------------------------------------------------------------------------| E|12--12-10---------------------10-12--10-8-7-7-5-3-8-7-5-3-2--0--| B|----------12--12-10--12-10-12-----------------------------------| G|----------------------------------------------------------------| D|----------------------------------------------------------------| 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 ************************************ | / Slide up ************************************
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