Chords for David McWilliams - Days Of Pearly Spencer
Tempo:
106.1 bpm
Chords used:
Em
Am
Dm
A
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Am]
A tenement, a dirty [Em] street, walked and worn by shoeless feet, [A] in silence long and so complete, [C] watched by a [G] shivering sun.
[A] Old eyes in a small child's [Em] face, watching as the shadows race, [A] through walls and cracks and leave no [C] trace, and daylight's [G] brightness shine.
[Dm]
[Em] The days of [Am] early Spencer, [Dm] ah,
[Em] the race is [Am] almost right.
[A] Nose dressed hard in [E] frosted glass, gazing at the swollen mass, [A] on concrete fields where grows no [C] grass, [G] stumbles blindly on.
[A]
Iron trees smother the air, [Em] but withering they stand and stare, [A] through eyes that neither know nor care, [C] where the grass [G] is gone.
[Dm] [Em]
The days of [Am] early Spencer, [Dm] ah, [Em] the race is [Am] almost right.
Pearly, where's your [Em] milk white skin?
What's that stubble on your chin?
[Am] Buried in the rot gut gin, [C] you played and lost [G] not one.
[Am] You play the house that [Em] can't be beat, now look your head's bowed in defeat, [Am] you walk too far along the street, [C] where only rats [G] can run.
The [Dm]
[Em] days of [Am] early Spencer, [Dm] ah,
[Em] the race is [Am] almost right.
The [Dm]
[Em] days [Am] of early Spencer, [Dm] ah,
[Em] the race is [Am] almost right.
A tenement, a dirty [Em] street, walked and worn by shoeless feet, [A] in silence long and so complete, [C] watched by a [G] shivering sun.
[A] Old eyes in a small child's [Em] face, watching as the shadows race, [A] through walls and cracks and leave no [C] trace, and daylight's [G] brightness shine.
[Dm]
[Em] The days of [Am] early Spencer, [Dm] ah,
[Em] the race is [Am] almost right.
[A] Nose dressed hard in [E] frosted glass, gazing at the swollen mass, [A] on concrete fields where grows no [C] grass, [G] stumbles blindly on.
[A]
Iron trees smother the air, [Em] but withering they stand and stare, [A] through eyes that neither know nor care, [C] where the grass [G] is gone.
[Dm] [Em]
The days of [Am] early Spencer, [Dm] ah, [Em] the race is [Am] almost right.
Pearly, where's your [Em] milk white skin?
What's that stubble on your chin?
[Am] Buried in the rot gut gin, [C] you played and lost [G] not one.
[Am] You play the house that [Em] can't be beat, now look your head's bowed in defeat, [Am] you walk too far along the street, [C] where only rats [G] can run.
The [Dm]
[Em] days of [Am] early Spencer, [Dm] ah,
[Em] the race is [Am] almost right.
The [Dm]
[Em] days [Am] of early Spencer, [Dm] ah,
[Em] the race is [Am] almost right.
Key:
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[Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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A tenement, a dirty [Em] street, walked and worn by shoeless feet, [A] in silence long and so complete, [C] watched by a [G] shivering sun.
_ _ [A] Old eyes in a small child's [Em] face, watching as the shadows race, [A] through walls and cracks and leave no [C] trace, and daylight's [G] brightness shine.
_ _ [Dm] _ _ _
_ [Em] _ The days of [Am] early Spencer, _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] ah, _ _
_ [Em] _ the race is [Am] almost right. _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] Nose dressed hard in [E] frosted glass, gazing at the swollen mass, [A] on concrete fields where grows no [C] grass, [G] stumbles blindly on.
_ _ [A]
Iron trees smother the air, [Em] but withering they stand and stare, [A] through eyes that neither know nor care, [C] where the grass [G] is gone. _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
The days of [Am] early Spencer, _ _ _ _ [Dm] ah, _ _ _ [Em] _ the race is [Am] almost right. _ _ _ _
Pearly, where's your [Em] milk white skin?
What's that stubble on your chin?
[Am] Buried in the rot gut gin, [C] you played and lost [G] not one.
_ [Am] You play the house that [Em] can't be beat, now look your head's bowed in defeat, [Am] you walk too far along the street, [C] where only rats [G] can run.
The [Dm] _ _ _
_ [Em] _ days of [Am] early Spencer, _ _ _ _ [Dm] ah, _ _
_ [Em] _ the race is [Am] almost right.
The _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ days [Am] of early Spencer, _ _ _ _ [Dm] ah, _ _
_ [Em] _ the race is [Am] almost right. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
A tenement, a dirty [Em] street, walked and worn by shoeless feet, [A] in silence long and so complete, [C] watched by a [G] shivering sun.
_ _ [A] Old eyes in a small child's [Em] face, watching as the shadows race, [A] through walls and cracks and leave no [C] trace, and daylight's [G] brightness shine.
_ _ [Dm] _ _ _
_ [Em] _ The days of [Am] early Spencer, _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] ah, _ _
_ [Em] _ the race is [Am] almost right. _
_ _ _ _ _ [A] Nose dressed hard in [E] frosted glass, gazing at the swollen mass, [A] on concrete fields where grows no [C] grass, [G] stumbles blindly on.
_ _ [A]
Iron trees smother the air, [Em] but withering they stand and stare, [A] through eyes that neither know nor care, [C] where the grass [G] is gone. _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
The days of [Am] early Spencer, _ _ _ _ [Dm] ah, _ _ _ [Em] _ the race is [Am] almost right. _ _ _ _
Pearly, where's your [Em] milk white skin?
What's that stubble on your chin?
[Am] Buried in the rot gut gin, [C] you played and lost [G] not one.
_ [Am] You play the house that [Em] can't be beat, now look your head's bowed in defeat, [Am] you walk too far along the street, [C] where only rats [G] can run.
The [Dm] _ _ _
_ [Em] _ days of [Am] early Spencer, _ _ _ _ [Dm] ah, _ _
_ [Em] _ the race is [Am] almost right.
The _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ days [Am] of early Spencer, _ _ _ _ [Dm] ah, _ _
_ [Em] _ the race is [Am] almost right. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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