Chords with lyrics
I did the best I could with this one.
FF C majorC G+G
I wear the customary clothes of my time,
D MajorD Bb majorBb DmDm FF Bb majorBb
Like Jesus did, with no reason not to die
FF F7F7 Bb majorBb
Facing history, with little to no irony
FF C majorC DmDm Bb majorBb
Like Im some forgotten southern city, Sherman razed
FF C majorC DmDm Bb majorBb
Still hid under thick smoke after all these years
FF F7F7 DmDm
These hands, are my fathers hands but smaller
Bb majorBb
Soaked in paint thinner,
DmDm
Until theyre so dry coming together,
G minorGm FF
They make the sound of resisting each other
G minorGm Bb majorBb FF G minorGm FF
A augmentedA shrill squeal like two moving rubber, tires touching
G minorGm FF G minorGm FF
Hide nothing, hide nothing