Bones Christians and Lions
[C] [E] [Am] [F]
[C] [F] [E] [D] [C]
Verse
Ov[C]er the tra[E]cks,
wit[Am]h a sack full of m[F]atches,
I'[C]m gonna burn all the [F]letter[E]s I'[D]ve w[C]rote.
Don'[C]t worry, da[E]rling,
I[Am] ain't brave enough to[F] catch it
this fi[C]re that's [F]licki[E]ng m[D]y h[C]opes.
Chorus
B[F]esides, if I went[C] up
like[F] a soaked rolling [C]paper,
I'[F]d still be fast-burnin[C]g-out.
A[F]nd what's the [C]use of a go[F]od, strong[Am] noose
w[C]hen your problem's too m[F]uch h[E]angin[D]g ar[C]ound?
Verse
S[C]o I walked back cra[E]shing,
m[Am]y pockets full of as[F]h in
the[C] latesumme[F]r moo[E]n's h[D]oly g[C]low.
tha[C]t loved me t[E]o death on the[Am] banks of every r[F]iver,
wher[C]e every breath i[F]n bro[E]ught [D]me hom[C]e.
Chorus
'Ca[F]use if home's where hea[C]rts is
bea[F]ting like a bird's wi[C]ng,
th[F]en I've many homes and I [C]should:
sa[F]id a man who wasn't homel[C]ess,
"I[C]'m always just trave[Am]ling
t[C]aking walks arou[F]nd my[E] neig[D]hborh[C]ood."
[C] [E] [Am] [F]
[C] [F] [E] [D] [C]
Verse
W[C]isdom: it com[E]es
bu[Am]t age don't unl[F]ock it.
Yo[C]u've got to spend all the p[F]assion[E] you'[D]ve fo[C]und.
W[C]ith more change in their [E]heads
t[Am]han in all of their pock[F]ets,
Outro
some can [C]show you[F] the way [Am]to slow do[D]wn. (oooh...)
So[C]metimes we all need[F] to[E] sl[D]ow [C]down.
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