Chords for Augie March - The Cold Acre (Official Video)
Tempo:
66 bpm
Chords used:
F#m
G
A
Bm
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[B] [F#m]
[G#] [G] [F#m]
[Bm]
[F#m] [G]
[F#m] There's [G] a place I've been told, [Bm] and when I grow old I [F#m] may go there.
I've [Bm] been told that my family's bones may lie under [F#m] the snow there.
In my little [D] barn, in my little [F#m] door.
[G] Sleep on my chest when I can't find a hole [A] in the log.
When [F#m] I go, I [G] don't know
if it's unfair to find me [A] pillowed far from the chill of the cold.
[G]
[F#m] [G] There's a little dead here, and a little dead there [Bm] with his [F#m] joy of living.
Voices that [G] ring in the air.
[F#m] I'll stay there, but sooner or later I [D] have to go.
I don't [F#m] know, [G] but when the dog knows it's on him, he doesn't ask [A] why he just goes.
[F#m] When I go, [G] my bones will know.
Pick up and follow the wagon, the [A] roads on the cold acre.
My [D] heart is a cold acre, and my chest [F#m] is a cold acre.
[G] I don't grow any good anymore, for I've [A] seeded my soul with all kinds of love and [G] sex [Bm] talk.
[F#m] [G]
[B] [F#m] [D]
[F#m] [G]
[A] [F#m]
[G]
[A] [G] Though I wake from the mouth in the [Bm] evening, I've heard you [F#m] talk.
[G] All these dreams on a night with no realms I've been choosing [F#m] to walk.
In my [D] little barn, in my little [F#m] door.
[G] Rest on my stomach and walk at me [A] on a cold floor.
Oh, but [F#m] when I go, I [G] got him told.
Like a lamb I carry my piece of the [A] earth, my place is a dead tooth, my [D] bones is a cold acre.
And my chest is [F#m] a cold acre.
[G] I don't grow any good anymore, for I've [A] seeded my soul with all kinds of love and sex [D] talk.
I'm a cold acre, nothing [F#m] grows in a cold acre.
[G] I don't grow any good anymore, for the [A] fire is the one that I [F#m] have, the one that's just right.
Oh, oh, oh, [G] oh, oh.
Oh, my dear, the only [A] place I know, that's a [G] cold acre.
[Bm] [F#m] [Bm]
[F#m] [G]
[F#m] [G]
[F#m] [G]
[Bm]
[Em]
[Bm] [G]
[F#m] [B]
[N] [D#]
[G#] [G] [F#m]
[Bm]
[F#m] [G]
[F#m] There's [G] a place I've been told, [Bm] and when I grow old I [F#m] may go there.
I've [Bm] been told that my family's bones may lie under [F#m] the snow there.
In my little [D] barn, in my little [F#m] door.
[G] Sleep on my chest when I can't find a hole [A] in the log.
When [F#m] I go, I [G] don't know
if it's unfair to find me [A] pillowed far from the chill of the cold.
[G]
[F#m] [G] There's a little dead here, and a little dead there [Bm] with his [F#m] joy of living.
Voices that [G] ring in the air.
[F#m] I'll stay there, but sooner or later I [D] have to go.
I don't [F#m] know, [G] but when the dog knows it's on him, he doesn't ask [A] why he just goes.
[F#m] When I go, [G] my bones will know.
Pick up and follow the wagon, the [A] roads on the cold acre.
My [D] heart is a cold acre, and my chest [F#m] is a cold acre.
[G] I don't grow any good anymore, for I've [A] seeded my soul with all kinds of love and [G] sex [Bm] talk.
[F#m] [G]
[B] [F#m] [D]
[F#m] [G]
[A] [F#m]
[G]
[A] [G] Though I wake from the mouth in the [Bm] evening, I've heard you [F#m] talk.
[G] All these dreams on a night with no realms I've been choosing [F#m] to walk.
In my [D] little barn, in my little [F#m] door.
[G] Rest on my stomach and walk at me [A] on a cold floor.
Oh, but [F#m] when I go, I [G] got him told.
Like a lamb I carry my piece of the [A] earth, my place is a dead tooth, my [D] bones is a cold acre.
And my chest is [F#m] a cold acre.
[G] I don't grow any good anymore, for I've [A] seeded my soul with all kinds of love and sex [D] talk.
I'm a cold acre, nothing [F#m] grows in a cold acre.
[G] I don't grow any good anymore, for the [A] fire is the one that I [F#m] have, the one that's just right.
Oh, oh, oh, [G] oh, oh.
Oh, my dear, the only [A] place I know, that's a [G] cold acre.
[Bm] [F#m] [Bm]
[F#m] [G]
[F#m] [G]
[F#m] [G]
[Bm]
[Em]
[Bm] [G]
[F#m] [B]
[N] [D#]
Key:
F#m
G
A
Bm
D
F#m
G
A
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [F#m] _ _
_ [G#] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [F#m] _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ There's [G] a place I've been told, [Bm] and when I grow old I [F#m] may go there.
_ I've [Bm] been told that my family's bones may lie under [F#m] the snow there.
In my little [D] barn, _ in my little [F#m] door.
_ _ [G] Sleep on my chest when I can't find a hole [A] in the log.
When [F#m] I go, I [G] don't know
_ _ if it's unfair to find me [A] pillowed far from the chill of the cold.
[G] _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ [G] There's a little dead here, and a little dead there [Bm] with his [F#m] joy of living.
Voices that [G] ring in the air. _
[F#m] I'll stay there, but sooner or later I [D] have to go.
I don't [F#m] know, _ [G] but when the dog knows it's on him, he doesn't ask [A] why he just goes.
_ [F#m] When I go, _ [G] my bones will know.
_ Pick up and follow the wagon, the [A] roads on the cold acre.
My [D] heart is a cold acre, and my chest [F#m] is a cold acre.
[G] I don't grow any good anymore, for I've [A] seeded my soul with all kinds of love and [G] sex [Bm] talk. _ _
_ [F#m] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[B] _ [F#m] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ [G] Though I wake from the mouth in the [Bm] evening, I've heard you [F#m] talk.
_ [G] All these dreams on a night with no realms I've been choosing [F#m] to walk.
In my [D] little barn, in my little [F#m] door.
_ [G] Rest on my stomach and walk at me [A] on a cold floor.
Oh, but [F#m] when I go, I [G] got him told.
_ Like a lamb I carry my piece of the [A] earth, my place is a dead tooth, my [D] bones is a cold acre.
And my chest is [F#m] a cold acre.
[G] I don't grow any good anymore, for I've [A] seeded my soul with all kinds of love and sex [D] talk.
I'm a cold acre, nothing [F#m] grows in a cold acre.
[G] I don't grow any good anymore, for the [A] fire is the one that I [F#m] have, the one that's just right.
Oh, oh, oh, [G] oh, oh.
_ _ Oh, my dear, the only [A] place I know, that's a [G] cold acre. _ _ _
[Bm] _ [F#m] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ [F#m] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
[N] _ _ _ _ [D#] _ _ _ _
_ [G#] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [F#m] _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ There's [G] a place I've been told, [Bm] and when I grow old I [F#m] may go there.
_ I've [Bm] been told that my family's bones may lie under [F#m] the snow there.
In my little [D] barn, _ in my little [F#m] door.
_ _ [G] Sleep on my chest when I can't find a hole [A] in the log.
When [F#m] I go, I [G] don't know
_ _ if it's unfair to find me [A] pillowed far from the chill of the cold.
[G] _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ [G] There's a little dead here, and a little dead there [Bm] with his [F#m] joy of living.
Voices that [G] ring in the air. _
[F#m] I'll stay there, but sooner or later I [D] have to go.
I don't [F#m] know, _ [G] but when the dog knows it's on him, he doesn't ask [A] why he just goes.
_ [F#m] When I go, _ [G] my bones will know.
_ Pick up and follow the wagon, the [A] roads on the cold acre.
My [D] heart is a cold acre, and my chest [F#m] is a cold acre.
[G] I don't grow any good anymore, for I've [A] seeded my soul with all kinds of love and [G] sex [Bm] talk. _ _
_ [F#m] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[B] _ [F#m] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ [G] Though I wake from the mouth in the [Bm] evening, I've heard you [F#m] talk.
_ [G] All these dreams on a night with no realms I've been choosing [F#m] to walk.
In my [D] little barn, in my little [F#m] door.
_ [G] Rest on my stomach and walk at me [A] on a cold floor.
Oh, but [F#m] when I go, I [G] got him told.
_ Like a lamb I carry my piece of the [A] earth, my place is a dead tooth, my [D] bones is a cold acre.
And my chest is [F#m] a cold acre.
[G] I don't grow any good anymore, for I've [A] seeded my soul with all kinds of love and sex [D] talk.
I'm a cold acre, nothing [F#m] grows in a cold acre.
[G] I don't grow any good anymore, for the [A] fire is the one that I [F#m] have, the one that's just right.
Oh, oh, oh, [G] oh, oh.
_ _ Oh, my dear, the only [A] place I know, that's a [G] cold acre. _ _ _
[Bm] _ [F#m] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ [F#m] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
[N] _ _ _ _ [D#] _ _ _ _