Fingers To The Bone Chords by Brown Bird
Tempo:
86.275 bpm
Chords used:
Em
A
G
B
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Em] I
[A] work [Em] my fingers to the bone, not a pretty little penny have I got to show.
I ain't looking for much, just a little bit of rest by the side of [B] the road.
I [Em] lift my voice to the forces above, [A] the lord of labor and the goddess of love.
[Em] Ain't it been a good, [B] hard work, a bit of serving [Em] the sun?
[A] [G#] [G]
[Em] [F#] [Em]
[A] [Em] Then the sky [G] turns black, and it cracks the [A] thundering [G] bullets.
This [E] work is what you are when you're breathing in and [D] out, [Em] your final breath starts [Am] to flow.
[Em] Swing down [A] that sled, jam it through the wood.
A little task of [Em] mine to a flesh ought to do you good.
And get up off the ground, you can lay [A] down when the day is done.
[B] And on the seventh day you can [C#] lay in the morning [G] sun.
[E]
[G] [A] [D] I want to [Em] make my home on a mountain high, just me and my lover in the big old sky.
I ain't asking for much, just a little bit of rest for the [B] day that I die.
I [Em] lift my voice to the forces above, [A] the lord of labor and the goddess of love.
[Em] Ain't it been a good, [B] hard work, a bit of serving [Em] the sun?
[A] [Em] [F#] [Em]
[A] [Em] [G]
[Em] [G] Then the sky turns black, and it [Em] cracks the [A] thundering [Em] bullets.
This work is what you are when you're breathing in and out, your final breath starts to [A] flow.
[Em] So [D] swing down [G] that sled, jam it [Dm] through the [Em] wood.
[G] A [F#m] little [G] task of mine to a [Em] flesh ought to do you good.
And get up [G] off the ground, you can lay down when the [A] day is [B] done.
And on the seventh day you can [A] lay in the [Em] morning sun.
Swing down [A] that sled, jam it through the wood.
A little task of [Em] mine to a flesh ought to do you good.
And get up off the ground, [A] you can lay down when the day is done.
[B] And on the seventh day you can [Em] lay in the morning sun.
[A] work [Em] my fingers to the bone, not a pretty little penny have I got to show.
I ain't looking for much, just a little bit of rest by the side of [B] the road.
I [Em] lift my voice to the forces above, [A] the lord of labor and the goddess of love.
[Em] Ain't it been a good, [B] hard work, a bit of serving [Em] the sun?
[A] [G#] [G]
[Em] [F#] [Em]
[A] [Em] Then the sky [G] turns black, and it cracks the [A] thundering [G] bullets.
This [E] work is what you are when you're breathing in and [D] out, [Em] your final breath starts [Am] to flow.
[Em] Swing down [A] that sled, jam it through the wood.
A little task of [Em] mine to a flesh ought to do you good.
And get up off the ground, you can lay [A] down when the day is done.
[B] And on the seventh day you can [C#] lay in the morning [G] sun.
[E]
[G] [A] [D] I want to [Em] make my home on a mountain high, just me and my lover in the big old sky.
I ain't asking for much, just a little bit of rest for the [B] day that I die.
I [Em] lift my voice to the forces above, [A] the lord of labor and the goddess of love.
[Em] Ain't it been a good, [B] hard work, a bit of serving [Em] the sun?
[A] [Em] [F#] [Em]
[A] [Em] [G]
[Em] [G] Then the sky turns black, and it [Em] cracks the [A] thundering [Em] bullets.
This work is what you are when you're breathing in and out, your final breath starts to [A] flow.
[Em] So [D] swing down [G] that sled, jam it [Dm] through the [Em] wood.
[G] A [F#m] little [G] task of mine to a [Em] flesh ought to do you good.
And get up [G] off the ground, you can lay down when the [A] day is [B] done.
And on the seventh day you can [A] lay in the [Em] morning sun.
Swing down [A] that sled, jam it through the wood.
A little task of [Em] mine to a flesh ought to do you good.
And get up off the ground, [A] you can lay down when the day is done.
[B] And on the seventh day you can [Em] lay in the morning sun.
Key:
Em
A
G
B
D
Em
A
G
[Em] I _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] work [Em] my fingers to the bone, not a pretty little penny have I got to show.
I ain't looking for much, just a little bit of rest by the side of [B] the road.
I [Em] lift my voice to the forces above, [A] the lord of labor and the goddess of love.
[Em] Ain't it been a good, [B] hard work, a bit of serving [Em] the sun? _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ [G#] _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ [F#] _ _ [Em] _
_ _ [A] [Em] Then the sky [G] turns black, and it cracks the [A] thundering [G] bullets.
This [E] work is what you are when you're breathing in and [D] out, [Em] your final breath starts [Am] to flow.
[Em] _ Swing down [A] that sled, jam it through the wood.
_ A little task of [Em] mine to a flesh ought to do you good.
And get up off the ground, you can lay [A] down when the day is done.
[B] And on the seventh day you can [C#] lay in the morning [G] sun.
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ [A] [D] I want to [Em] make my home on a mountain high, just me and my lover in the big old sky.
I ain't asking for much, just a little bit of rest for the [B] day that I die.
I [Em] lift my voice to the forces above, [A] the lord of labor and the goddess of love.
[Em] Ain't it been a good, [B] hard work, a bit of serving [Em] the sun? _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ [Em] _ _ [F#] _ _ [Em] _
_ _ [A] _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ [Em] _ [G] Then the sky turns black, and it [Em] cracks the [A] thundering [Em] bullets.
This work is what you are when you're breathing in and out, your final breath starts to [A] flow.
[Em] So [D] swing down [G] that sled, jam it [Dm] through the [Em] wood.
[G] A [F#m] little [G] task of mine to a [Em] flesh ought to do you good.
And get up [G] off the ground, you can lay down when the [A] day is [B] done.
And on the seventh day you can [A] lay in the [Em] morning sun.
Swing down [A] that sled, jam it through the wood. _
A little task of [Em] mine to a flesh ought to do you good.
And get up off the ground, [A] you can lay down when the day is done.
[B] And on the seventh day you can [Em] lay in the morning sun. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] work [Em] my fingers to the bone, not a pretty little penny have I got to show.
I ain't looking for much, just a little bit of rest by the side of [B] the road.
I [Em] lift my voice to the forces above, [A] the lord of labor and the goddess of love.
[Em] Ain't it been a good, [B] hard work, a bit of serving [Em] the sun? _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ [G#] _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ [F#] _ _ [Em] _
_ _ [A] [Em] Then the sky [G] turns black, and it cracks the [A] thundering [G] bullets.
This [E] work is what you are when you're breathing in and [D] out, [Em] your final breath starts [Am] to flow.
[Em] _ Swing down [A] that sled, jam it through the wood.
_ A little task of [Em] mine to a flesh ought to do you good.
And get up off the ground, you can lay [A] down when the day is done.
[B] And on the seventh day you can [C#] lay in the morning [G] sun.
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ [A] [D] I want to [Em] make my home on a mountain high, just me and my lover in the big old sky.
I ain't asking for much, just a little bit of rest for the [B] day that I die.
I [Em] lift my voice to the forces above, [A] the lord of labor and the goddess of love.
[Em] Ain't it been a good, [B] hard work, a bit of serving [Em] the sun? _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ [Em] _ _ [F#] _ _ [Em] _
_ _ [A] _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ [Em] _ [G] Then the sky turns black, and it [Em] cracks the [A] thundering [Em] bullets.
This work is what you are when you're breathing in and out, your final breath starts to [A] flow.
[Em] So [D] swing down [G] that sled, jam it [Dm] through the [Em] wood.
[G] A [F#m] little [G] task of mine to a [Em] flesh ought to do you good.
And get up [G] off the ground, you can lay down when the [A] day is [B] done.
And on the seventh day you can [A] lay in the [Em] morning sun.
Swing down [A] that sled, jam it through the wood. _
A little task of [Em] mine to a flesh ought to do you good.
And get up off the ground, [A] you can lay down when the day is done.
[B] And on the seventh day you can [Em] lay in the morning sun. _ _ _
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