Chords for Carrie Nation & the Speakeasy - 13 Riders - 2010

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_ [Em] _ _ _ [Am] Well, I've been [C] drinking, I've been [E] smoking, I've been thinking about where I've been [C] going.
Water's right and others coming through the [E] floorboards.
Now I don't [Bm] know how much longer I can sit and know that [Am] our
windows [C] broken, chimneys [E] smoking, boats rowing.
I know where I'm [Am] going.
If you [C]
need me, come and save [E] me.
If you want me. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] Oh, I saw 13 riders headed [A] down an old [B] road.
White [Bm] roads, white horses, [Am] it was clear when they were gone.
[Dm] Down to [G] that old river, Lord, [E] I see their troubled souls.
[E] Only turning faces, _ bird, with the [Am] presence of the [C] Lord.
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_ _ _ _ Well, I frequently [C]
fixated on everything that's [Em] coming on.
It's just a reflection and a counterpoint to carry [C] on.
When the shame break, the only thing I [Em] take for granted is I'm in the cold with my [Am] father.
So, [C] I'll keep the innocence, I'll captivate [Em] intelligence.
No, please, just sit and for your comfort, [E] kid.
I'll never get [C] home waiting for the shadow to [Em] fall.
Now, the dial will break ever once in a row.
[Am] Well, deep in my heart, oh, [C] great [Em] barrier I follow.
That [G] wasn't my [Am] character, I'm being [C] paid to live.
I see the [Em] freight train, I take the first half, the green-job, I turn [G] and I saw 13 riders [C] headed down an old [Em] road.
White roads, white horses, [Am] it was clear when they were [Dm] gone.
Down [G] to that old river, [C] Lord, I see [Am] their troubled souls.
[E] Only turning faces, bird.
_ _ [G] _ I saw 13 riders [C] headed down an [E] old [Em] road.
White roads, white horses, [Am] it was clear when they were gone.
[Dm] Down to [G] that old river, [C] Lord, I see [E] their troubled souls.
Only turning faces, bird, with the presence of [Am] the Lord. _ _ _ _ _
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