Chords for Carrie Newcomer - Speed of Soul (live)
Tempo:
118.4 bpm
Chords used:
Am
G
C
F
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D]
[Em] [G]
[A] [Am] [A]
[Am] [F]
I found [C] her sleeping [D] in [Em] a Kansas [Am] truck stop in [G] a corner booth.
She'd been waiting [Am] there for months and that's the truth.
[C] She looked [A] at me [C] with weary [F] eyes.
[C] She'd [G] heard all my [Am] lies.
She was [G] not surprised.
She only looked at me and shook her head, come [Am] back, come home.
We're gathering the crumbs and stones, [G] then [Am] traveling faster than [G] my soul can [C] go.
[F]
One subject line, one click [F] away.
But [G] at the end of [Am] the day, I [G] couldn't even [Am] say the things that I had done.
So I [C] spent the morning sweeping [F] floors.
I [G] didn't want [Am] much more [A] than to do just [Am] one thing at a [F] time and call it mine.
[G] Come [Am] back, come home.
[G] We're [Am] gathering the [F] crumbs and the stones, [A] then [Am] traveling faster [G] than our souls [C] can go.
[Em]
[C]
[G] [Am] [A]
[Am]
[G] Before [Am] songs were grooves and [F] lines, [A] caught in [Am] jars like fireflies.
The [G] only place the song was held, soft or razor sharp, was in the heart.
[C] Mr.
Gatling made a [Am] Gatling gun.
[C] He [G] said it would [Am] end war.
Because who [G] could send [Am] some other song through such a door?
[C] But bullets move at the speed [F] of cold.
Drones [G] do as they're [Am] told.
And the men go home at night and kiss the [G] wife and watch TV.
And never see [F]
all those [Am] souls untethered, floating out to sea.
Come back, come home.
[G] We're [Am] gathering the crumbs and the stones, [G] then [Am] traveling faster [G] than our souls [C] can go.
[F] [G] Come [Am] back, come home.
We're gathering the crumbs [C] and the stones, [G] then [Am] traveling faster [G] than our souls can [C] go.
[F]
Faster than our [C] souls can go.
[F] Faster [G] than our [D] souls [C] can go.
[F]
[G] [Am]
[A] [Am]
[C]
[F]
[Em] [G]
[A] [Am] [A]
[Am] [F]
I found [C] her sleeping [D] in [Em] a Kansas [Am] truck stop in [G] a corner booth.
She'd been waiting [Am] there for months and that's the truth.
[C] She looked [A] at me [C] with weary [F] eyes.
[C] She'd [G] heard all my [Am] lies.
She was [G] not surprised.
She only looked at me and shook her head, come [Am] back, come home.
We're gathering the crumbs and stones, [G] then [Am] traveling faster than [G] my soul can [C] go.
[F]
One subject line, one click [F] away.
But [G] at the end of [Am] the day, I [G] couldn't even [Am] say the things that I had done.
So I [C] spent the morning sweeping [F] floors.
I [G] didn't want [Am] much more [A] than to do just [Am] one thing at a [F] time and call it mine.
[G] Come [Am] back, come home.
[G] We're [Am] gathering the [F] crumbs and the stones, [A] then [Am] traveling faster [G] than our souls [C] can go.
[Em]
[C]
[G] [Am] [A]
[Am]
[G] Before [Am] songs were grooves and [F] lines, [A] caught in [Am] jars like fireflies.
The [G] only place the song was held, soft or razor sharp, was in the heart.
[C] Mr.
Gatling made a [Am] Gatling gun.
[C] He [G] said it would [Am] end war.
Because who [G] could send [Am] some other song through such a door?
[C] But bullets move at the speed [F] of cold.
Drones [G] do as they're [Am] told.
And the men go home at night and kiss the [G] wife and watch TV.
And never see [F]
all those [Am] souls untethered, floating out to sea.
Come back, come home.
[G] We're [Am] gathering the crumbs and the stones, [G] then [Am] traveling faster [G] than our souls [C] can go.
[F] [G] Come [Am] back, come home.
We're gathering the crumbs [C] and the stones, [G] then [Am] traveling faster [G] than our souls can [C] go.
[F]
Faster than our [C] souls can go.
[F] Faster [G] than our [D] souls [C] can go.
[F]
[G] [Am]
[A] [Am]
[C]
[F]
Key:
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A
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[Em] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ I found [C] her sleeping [D] in [Em] a Kansas [Am] truck stop _ in [G] a corner booth.
_ _ _ She'd been waiting [Am] there for months and that's the truth.
_ _ _ [C] She looked [A] at me [C] with weary [F] _ eyes.
_ [C] She'd [G] heard all my [Am] lies.
_ _ She was [G] not surprised.
She only looked at me and shook her head, come [Am] back, come home.
We're _ gathering the crumbs and stones, [G] then [Am] traveling _ faster than [G] my soul can [C] go. _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ One subject line, one click [F] away.
_ _ But [G] at the end of [Am] the day, _ _ I [G] couldn't even [Am] say the things that I had done. _
_ So I [C] spent the morning sweeping [F] floors.
_ I [G] didn't want [Am] much more _ _ _ [A] than to do just [Am] one thing at a [F] time and call it mine.
[G] Come _ [Am] back, come _ _ home.
[G] We're [Am] gathering the [F] crumbs and the stones, [A] then [Am] traveling _ faster [G] than our souls [C] can go.
_ [Em] _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] Before _ [Am] songs were grooves and [F] lines, [A] caught in [Am] jars like _ fireflies.
The [G] only place the song was held, soft or razor sharp, was in the heart. _ _ _
_ [C] Mr.
Gatling _ made a [Am] Gatling gun.
_ _ [C] He [G] said it would [Am] end war.
_ _ Because who [G] could send [Am] some other song through such a door? _
_ _ [C] But bullets move at the speed [F] of cold.
_ _ Drones [G] do as they're [Am] told.
_ _ And the men go home at night and kiss the [G] wife _ and watch TV. _
_ _ And never see [F]
all those [Am] souls untethered, floating out to sea.
Come _ back, come home.
_ [G] We're [Am] gathering the crumbs and the stones, [G] then [Am] traveling faster [G] than our souls [C] can go. _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ [G] Come [Am] back, come home.
_ We're _ gathering the crumbs [C] and the stones, [G] then [Am] traveling _ faster [G] than our souls can [C] go.
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
Faster than our [C] souls can go. _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ Faster [G] than our _ _ _ [D] souls [C] can go.
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ I found [C] her sleeping [D] in [Em] a Kansas [Am] truck stop _ in [G] a corner booth.
_ _ _ She'd been waiting [Am] there for months and that's the truth.
_ _ _ [C] She looked [A] at me [C] with weary [F] _ eyes.
_ [C] She'd [G] heard all my [Am] lies.
_ _ She was [G] not surprised.
She only looked at me and shook her head, come [Am] back, come home.
We're _ gathering the crumbs and stones, [G] then [Am] traveling _ faster than [G] my soul can [C] go. _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ One subject line, one click [F] away.
_ _ But [G] at the end of [Am] the day, _ _ I [G] couldn't even [Am] say the things that I had done. _
_ So I [C] spent the morning sweeping [F] floors.
_ I [G] didn't want [Am] much more _ _ _ [A] than to do just [Am] one thing at a [F] time and call it mine.
[G] Come _ [Am] back, come _ _ home.
[G] We're [Am] gathering the [F] crumbs and the stones, [A] then [Am] traveling _ faster [G] than our souls [C] can go.
_ [Em] _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] Before _ [Am] songs were grooves and [F] lines, [A] caught in [Am] jars like _ fireflies.
The [G] only place the song was held, soft or razor sharp, was in the heart. _ _ _
_ [C] Mr.
Gatling _ made a [Am] Gatling gun.
_ _ [C] He [G] said it would [Am] end war.
_ _ Because who [G] could send [Am] some other song through such a door? _
_ _ [C] But bullets move at the speed [F] of cold.
_ _ Drones [G] do as they're [Am] told.
_ _ And the men go home at night and kiss the [G] wife _ and watch TV. _
_ _ And never see [F]
all those [Am] souls untethered, floating out to sea.
Come _ back, come home.
_ [G] We're [Am] gathering the crumbs and the stones, [G] then [Am] traveling faster [G] than our souls [C] can go. _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ [G] Come [Am] back, come home.
_ We're _ gathering the crumbs [C] and the stones, [G] then [Am] traveling _ faster [G] than our souls can [C] go.
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
Faster than our [C] souls can go. _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ Faster [G] than our _ _ _ [D] souls [C] can go.
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_ _ [A] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _
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