Chords for Bombadil - 'Born at Five' Official Music Video
Tempo:
77.8 bpm
Chords used:
F
C
Bb
Dm
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Born at five, bright blue eyes, mother beamed, father cried.
His first words came from a song mom sang.
Big sis wished it had been her first name.
And it took his first steps, learned to live upright.
He said through school, but he ran through the night.
And at 13, kissed a girl, but she didn't kiss back.
[A]
[C] They misfed on the diploma [F] paycheck, cold trip, Arizona.
His first love wore [C] a hair full of curls.
[G] They called her quits, but [F] a friend of a girl.
And everyone just stared as she walked down the aisle.
Kids dropped at [C] his eyes and there's no one on the [Dm] spot.
And for a while [F] there, everything was goddamn peachy.
[C]
[F]
Until he cheated death at [C] 35.
Asleep at the wheels were [F] just in time.
His heart grew cold at [C] each last touch.
The [F] job was boring and the marriage was tough.
Then they saw a drop of blood roll down his son's face.
He was [C] standing in a robe, he was [Dm] pinching his shoes.
And he snapped out [F] of it and learned how to [C] love again.
But a [F] slow cocked dad and the [C] parent mom,
[Bb] once the cancer [F] grew too strong.
A lullaby from [C] sister's lungs, first [Bb] in dad's eyes,
is the [F] birth of a son.
So it took a year off to get back on his feet.
He [C] didn't do much, took a [Dm] trip to the beach.
Where he slept on the [F] sand and a dream where the girl kissed back.
I went home, [C] daily he grind.
[F] Birthdays, holidays, peace of mind.
He lost his hair, [C] found his life.
[Bb] Composed a will and his [F] bed time.
There was [Bb] nothing too special about the [F] way he lived life.
Was [C] proud of his build and [Dm] about how he tried.
[Bb] Times are good, [F] things are wrong.
But the times get [C] things right.
[F]
Poor child run down a [C] yard out back.
The [Bb] quiet life and the [F] coldest sack.
Kids in school, [C] gowns and ties.
[Bb] More little babies with bright [F] blue eyes.
So he [Bb] cashed in his chips and [F] moved to the hills.
But it [C] didn't mean right, and he [Dm] didn't take his pills.
And at five o'clock [F] one day the soft blue [C] eyes grew still.
[Bb] [F]
[C] [G] [F] [F]
His first words came from a song mom sang.
Big sis wished it had been her first name.
And it took his first steps, learned to live upright.
He said through school, but he ran through the night.
And at 13, kissed a girl, but she didn't kiss back.
[A]
[C] They misfed on the diploma [F] paycheck, cold trip, Arizona.
His first love wore [C] a hair full of curls.
[G] They called her quits, but [F] a friend of a girl.
And everyone just stared as she walked down the aisle.
Kids dropped at [C] his eyes and there's no one on the [Dm] spot.
And for a while [F] there, everything was goddamn peachy.
[C]
[F]
Until he cheated death at [C] 35.
Asleep at the wheels were [F] just in time.
His heart grew cold at [C] each last touch.
The [F] job was boring and the marriage was tough.
Then they saw a drop of blood roll down his son's face.
He was [C] standing in a robe, he was [Dm] pinching his shoes.
And he snapped out [F] of it and learned how to [C] love again.
But a [F] slow cocked dad and the [C] parent mom,
[Bb] once the cancer [F] grew too strong.
A lullaby from [C] sister's lungs, first [Bb] in dad's eyes,
is the [F] birth of a son.
So it took a year off to get back on his feet.
He [C] didn't do much, took a [Dm] trip to the beach.
Where he slept on the [F] sand and a dream where the girl kissed back.
I went home, [C] daily he grind.
[F] Birthdays, holidays, peace of mind.
He lost his hair, [C] found his life.
[Bb] Composed a will and his [F] bed time.
There was [Bb] nothing too special about the [F] way he lived life.
Was [C] proud of his build and [Dm] about how he tried.
[Bb] Times are good, [F] things are wrong.
But the times get [C] things right.
[F]
Poor child run down a [C] yard out back.
The [Bb] quiet life and the [F] coldest sack.
Kids in school, [C] gowns and ties.
[Bb] More little babies with bright [F] blue eyes.
So he [Bb] cashed in his chips and [F] moved to the hills.
But it [C] didn't mean right, and he [Dm] didn't take his pills.
And at five o'clock [F] one day the soft blue [C] eyes grew still.
[Bb] [F]
[C] [G] [F] [F]
Key:
F
C
Bb
Dm
G
F
C
Bb
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Born at five, bright blue eyes, mother beamed, father cried.
His first words came from a song mom sang.
Big sis wished it had been her first name.
And it took his first steps, learned to live upright.
He said through school, but he ran through the night.
And at 13, kissed a girl, but she didn't kiss back.
[A] _
[C] They misfed on the diploma [F] paycheck, cold trip, Arizona.
His first love wore [C] a hair full of curls.
[G] They called her quits, but [F] a friend of a girl.
And everyone just stared as she walked down the aisle.
Kids dropped at [C] his eyes and there's no one on the [Dm] spot.
And for a while [F] there, everything was goddamn peachy.
_ [C] _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Until he cheated death at [C] 35.
Asleep at the wheels were [F] just in time.
His heart grew cold at [C] each last touch.
The [F] job was boring and the marriage was tough.
Then they saw a drop of blood roll down his son's face.
He was [C] standing in a robe, he was [Dm] pinching his shoes.
And he snapped out [F] of it and learned how to [C] love again.
But a [F] slow cocked dad and the [C] parent mom,
[Bb] once the cancer [F] grew too strong.
A lullaby from [C] sister's lungs, first [Bb] in dad's eyes,
is the [F] birth of a son.
So it took a year off to get back on his feet.
He [C] didn't do much, took a [Dm] trip to the beach.
Where he slept on the [F] sand and a dream where the girl kissed back. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I went home, [C] daily he grind.
[F] Birthdays, holidays, peace of mind.
He lost his hair, [C] found his life.
[Bb] Composed a will and his [F] bed time.
There was [Bb] nothing too special about the [F] way he lived life.
Was [C] proud of his build and [Dm] about how he tried.
[Bb] Times are good, [F] things are wrong.
But the times get [C] things right.
[F] _
Poor child run down a [C] yard out back.
The [Bb] quiet life and the [F] coldest sack.
Kids in school, [C] gowns and ties.
[Bb] More little babies with bright [F] blue eyes.
So he [Bb] cashed in his chips and [F] moved to the hills.
But it [C] didn't mean right, and he [Dm] didn't take his pills.
And at five o'clock [F] one day the soft blue [C] eyes grew still. _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [F] _
[C] _ _ _ [G] _ _ [F] _ _ [F] _
Born at five, bright blue eyes, mother beamed, father cried.
His first words came from a song mom sang.
Big sis wished it had been her first name.
And it took his first steps, learned to live upright.
He said through school, but he ran through the night.
And at 13, kissed a girl, but she didn't kiss back.
[A] _
[C] They misfed on the diploma [F] paycheck, cold trip, Arizona.
His first love wore [C] a hair full of curls.
[G] They called her quits, but [F] a friend of a girl.
And everyone just stared as she walked down the aisle.
Kids dropped at [C] his eyes and there's no one on the [Dm] spot.
And for a while [F] there, everything was goddamn peachy.
_ [C] _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Until he cheated death at [C] 35.
Asleep at the wheels were [F] just in time.
His heart grew cold at [C] each last touch.
The [F] job was boring and the marriage was tough.
Then they saw a drop of blood roll down his son's face.
He was [C] standing in a robe, he was [Dm] pinching his shoes.
And he snapped out [F] of it and learned how to [C] love again.
But a [F] slow cocked dad and the [C] parent mom,
[Bb] once the cancer [F] grew too strong.
A lullaby from [C] sister's lungs, first [Bb] in dad's eyes,
is the [F] birth of a son.
So it took a year off to get back on his feet.
He [C] didn't do much, took a [Dm] trip to the beach.
Where he slept on the [F] sand and a dream where the girl kissed back. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I went home, [C] daily he grind.
[F] Birthdays, holidays, peace of mind.
He lost his hair, [C] found his life.
[Bb] Composed a will and his [F] bed time.
There was [Bb] nothing too special about the [F] way he lived life.
Was [C] proud of his build and [Dm] about how he tried.
[Bb] Times are good, [F] things are wrong.
But the times get [C] things right.
[F] _
Poor child run down a [C] yard out back.
The [Bb] quiet life and the [F] coldest sack.
Kids in school, [C] gowns and ties.
[Bb] More little babies with bright [F] blue eyes.
So he [Bb] cashed in his chips and [F] moved to the hills.
But it [C] didn't mean right, and he [Dm] didn't take his pills.
And at five o'clock [F] one day the soft blue [C] eyes grew still. _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [F] _
[C] _ _ _ [G] _ _ [F] _ _ [F] _