Chri Rea "Auberge" Chords
Tempo:
84.95 bpm
Chords used:
Am
A
D
G
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Am]
[A] [Am]
[A] [Am]
[A] [Am]
[A] [Am]
[D]
[A]
On the high fast train, on the road to gain, something gets right through to your telling bone.
There's a sudden hitch, an electric twitch, sometimes I swear this body's got a mind
of its own.
[G] This is the nigger truth, this is the light, [F] there's only one place left to [E] go.
[Am]
[Dm]
[Am]
[Dm] You [A] meet the sound of type on a windy trail, with a shiny cloak and an unseen silver dagger.
You can talk till you wake, give yourself one more break.
You can tell by the look on his face that it just doesn't matter.
[G] Cause this is the nigger truth, and this is the light, [F] there's only one place [E] left to go.
[Am]
[A] [D]
[Am] Rubbish, rubbish, [D] rubbish.
[A]
[G]
[F]
[Am] Oh give me a weekend, give me a day, don't like what I'm seeing, though I hear what you say.
Think with a dagger and you'll die on your knees, begging for mercy, seeking pleas for the [G] dead.
This is the nigger truth, and this is the light, [F] there's only one place left to go.
[Am] Rubbish,
[D] rubbish,
[Am] rubbish.
[D] [A] [D]
[Am]
[Dm] [D]
[Am]
[D]
[Am] Oh give me a weekend, give me a day, don't like what I'm seeing, though I hear what you
[Dm] [A] [D]
[A]
[A] [Am]
[A] [Am]
[A] [Am]
[A] [Am]
[D]
[A]
On the high fast train, on the road to gain, something gets right through to your telling bone.
There's a sudden hitch, an electric twitch, sometimes I swear this body's got a mind
of its own.
[G] This is the nigger truth, this is the light, [F] there's only one place left to [E] go.
[Am]
[Dm]
[Am]
[Dm] You [A] meet the sound of type on a windy trail, with a shiny cloak and an unseen silver dagger.
You can talk till you wake, give yourself one more break.
You can tell by the look on his face that it just doesn't matter.
[G] Cause this is the nigger truth, and this is the light, [F] there's only one place [E] left to go.
[Am]
[A] [D]
[Am] Rubbish, rubbish, [D] rubbish.
[A]
[G]
[F]
[Am] Oh give me a weekend, give me a day, don't like what I'm seeing, though I hear what you say.
Think with a dagger and you'll die on your knees, begging for mercy, seeking pleas for the [G] dead.
This is the nigger truth, and this is the light, [F] there's only one place left to go.
[Am] Rubbish,
[D] rubbish,
[Am] rubbish.
[D] [A] [D]
[Am]
[Dm] [D]
[Am]
[D]
[Am] Oh give me a weekend, give me a day, don't like what I'm seeing, though I hear what you
[Dm] [A] [D]
[A]
Key:
Am
A
D
G
F
Am
A
D
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
On the high fast train, on the road to gain, _ something gets right through to your telling bone. _
There's a sudden hitch, an electric twitch, _ sometimes I swear this body's got a mind
of its own. _
_ [G] _ This is the nigger truth, this is the light, [F] _ there's only one place left to [E] go. _
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ You [A] meet the sound of type on a windy trail, with a shiny cloak and an unseen silver dagger. _
You can talk till you wake, give yourself one more break.
You can tell by the look on his face that it just doesn't matter. _
_ [G] Cause this is the nigger truth, and this is the light, [F] _ there's only one place [E] left to go. _
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Am] _ Rubbish, _ _ rubbish, _ [D] rubbish. _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] Oh give me a weekend, give me a day, don't like what I'm seeing, though I hear what you say.
Think with a dagger and you'll die on your knees, begging for mercy, seeking pleas for the [G] dead.
This is the nigger truth, and this is the light, [F] _ there's only one place left to go. _
_ [Am] _ _ Rubbish, _ _ _
_ [D] rubbish, _ _ _ _ _
_ [Am] rubbish. _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] Oh give me a weekend, give me a day, don't like what I'm seeing, though I hear what you _ _ _ _ _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
On the high fast train, on the road to gain, _ something gets right through to your telling bone. _
There's a sudden hitch, an electric twitch, _ sometimes I swear this body's got a mind
of its own. _
_ [G] _ This is the nigger truth, this is the light, [F] _ there's only one place left to [E] go. _
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ You [A] meet the sound of type on a windy trail, with a shiny cloak and an unseen silver dagger. _
You can talk till you wake, give yourself one more break.
You can tell by the look on his face that it just doesn't matter. _
_ [G] Cause this is the nigger truth, and this is the light, [F] _ there's only one place [E] left to go. _
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Am] _ Rubbish, _ _ rubbish, _ [D] rubbish. _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] Oh give me a weekend, give me a day, don't like what I'm seeing, though I hear what you say.
Think with a dagger and you'll die on your knees, begging for mercy, seeking pleas for the [G] dead.
This is the nigger truth, and this is the light, [F] _ there's only one place left to go. _
_ [Am] _ _ Rubbish, _ _ _
_ [D] rubbish, _ _ _ _ _
_ [Am] rubbish. _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] Oh give me a weekend, give me a day, don't like what I'm seeing, though I hear what you _ _ _ _ _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _