Chords for Blaze Foley - You'll Get Yours Aplenty
Tempo:
85.25 bpm
Chords used:
Am
G
E
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Am]
[G]
[Am] Skies are full of dirt [G] and gray, cities kids come out to [Am] play,
Runnin' into broken [G] glass from old [Am] deserted wind.
Dollar winos fill the [G] streets, the poolroom music's soulful [Am] beat,
And gulfs of gray and dirty [G] air in the inner [Am] city limits.
Children run in [G] hopeless heat along the dirty junkie [Am] streets,
Where women sell [G] themselves to men through a ruthless [Am] mediator.
Sidewalk cracks are deep and [G] wide, the children never look inside,
[Am] The [G] pennies, maybe nickels, [Am] dropped and passing.
[G]
[Am] [E] They live their lives [Am] like [G] others pass, the winos drink, the pimps sell [A] ass.
[E] Little girls ten [G] years ago were older now [Am] by twenty,
The social change is still [G] just talk, the things you see in urban [Am] walks,
Should make you sick and lose [G] your lunch inside your high [Am] rise diner.
[G] [Am] [E]
[Am] They make the laws, you own [G] the land, you hold them down where you [Am] can't stand.
[G] One of these days you'll get yours [Am] and plenty.
[G] One of these days you'll get yours [Am] and plenty.
[G] One of these days you'll get yours and plenty.
[Am] [A]
[G]
[Am] Skies are full of dirt [G] and gray, cities kids come out to [Am] play,
Runnin' into broken [G] glass from old [Am] deserted wind.
Dollar winos fill the [G] streets, the poolroom music's soulful [Am] beat,
And gulfs of gray and dirty [G] air in the inner [Am] city limits.
Children run in [G] hopeless heat along the dirty junkie [Am] streets,
Where women sell [G] themselves to men through a ruthless [Am] mediator.
Sidewalk cracks are deep and [G] wide, the children never look inside,
[Am] The [G] pennies, maybe nickels, [Am] dropped and passing.
[G]
[Am] [E] They live their lives [Am] like [G] others pass, the winos drink, the pimps sell [A] ass.
[E] Little girls ten [G] years ago were older now [Am] by twenty,
The social change is still [G] just talk, the things you see in urban [Am] walks,
Should make you sick and lose [G] your lunch inside your high [Am] rise diner.
[G] [Am] [E]
[Am] They make the laws, you own [G] the land, you hold them down where you [Am] can't stand.
[G] One of these days you'll get yours [Am] and plenty.
[G] One of these days you'll get yours [Am] and plenty.
[G] One of these days you'll get yours and plenty.
[Am] [A]
Key:
Am
G
E
A
Am
G
E
A
[Am] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ Skies are full of dirt [G] and gray, cities kids come out to [Am] play,
Runnin' into broken [G] glass from old [Am] deserted wind.
_ Dollar winos fill the [G] streets, the poolroom music's soulful [Am] beat,
And gulfs of gray and dirty [G] air in the inner [Am] city limits.
_ _ Children run in [G] hopeless heat along the dirty junkie [Am] streets,
Where women sell [G] themselves to men through a ruthless [Am] mediator.
_ _ Sidewalk cracks are deep and [G] wide, the children never look inside,
[Am] The [G] pennies, maybe nickels, [Am] dropped and passing.
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _
[Am] _ _ [E] _ They live their lives [Am] like [G] others pass, the winos drink, the pimps sell [A] ass.
[E] Little girls ten [G] years ago were older now [Am] by twenty,
The _ social change is still [G] just talk, the things you see in urban [Am] walks,
Should make you sick and lose [G] your lunch inside your high [Am] rise diner. _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ [Am] _ [E] _
[Am] _ They make the laws, you own [G] the land, you hold them down where you [Am] can't stand.
[G] One of these days you'll get yours [Am] and plenty. _ _ _
[G] One of these days you'll get yours [Am] and plenty. _
_ _ [G] One of these days you'll get yours and plenty. _
[Am] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ Skies are full of dirt [G] and gray, cities kids come out to [Am] play,
Runnin' into broken [G] glass from old [Am] deserted wind.
_ Dollar winos fill the [G] streets, the poolroom music's soulful [Am] beat,
And gulfs of gray and dirty [G] air in the inner [Am] city limits.
_ _ Children run in [G] hopeless heat along the dirty junkie [Am] streets,
Where women sell [G] themselves to men through a ruthless [Am] mediator.
_ _ Sidewalk cracks are deep and [G] wide, the children never look inside,
[Am] The [G] pennies, maybe nickels, [Am] dropped and passing.
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _
[Am] _ _ [E] _ They live their lives [Am] like [G] others pass, the winos drink, the pimps sell [A] ass.
[E] Little girls ten [G] years ago were older now [Am] by twenty,
The _ social change is still [G] just talk, the things you see in urban [Am] walks,
Should make you sick and lose [G] your lunch inside your high [Am] rise diner. _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ [Am] _ [E] _
[Am] _ They make the laws, you own [G] the land, you hold them down where you [Am] can't stand.
[G] One of these days you'll get yours [Am] and plenty. _ _ _
[G] One of these days you'll get yours [Am] and plenty. _
_ _ [G] One of these days you'll get yours and plenty. _
[Am] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
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