Chords for Empty
Tempo:
81.4 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
Bm
F#
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Bm]
[G]
[G] [D]
[Bm]
She lifts her skirt up to her knees, walks through the garden rows with her bare [D] feet laughing.
I never [G] learned to count my blessings, I choose instead to dwell in my [D] disaster.
I walk on down the hill, [F#] through grass grown tall and brown and still [G] it's hard somehow
to let go of [D] my pain.
[Bm] On past the busted back [F#] of that old and rusted Cadillac [G] that sinks into this field [D] collecting rain.
Well I always [G]
[Bm] feel this [F#] baby so
[D] [A] empty, [G]
[Bm] so [F#] extreme.
[Bm]
Of [G] these cut throat busted sunsets, these cold and damp white [D] mornings I have grown weary.
If through [G] my cracked and dusted dime store lips I spoke these words out loud would no
[D] one hear me.
[Bm] Lay your vows across the chair, [F#] let fall the flowers from your [G] hair and kiss me with
that country mouth so [D] plain.
[Bm] Outside the rain is tapping [F#] on the leaves, to me it sounds like [G] they're applauding us.
The quiet love we've made.
Well I always feel this [F#] baby so
[D] empty, [G]
so [F#] extreme.
[Bm]
[G] [G]
[D]
[G] [D]
[D]
[Bm]
[G] Well I looked my demons in the eyes, laid bare my chest and said do [D] your best to destroy me.
You [G] see I've been to hell and back so many times I must admit you're [D] kind of bore.
[Bm] There's a lot of things that can kill a [F#] man, there's a lot of ways to die.
[G] There's some already dead that walk beside me.
[B] There's [Bm] a lot of things I don't [F#] understand, why so many people lie.
[G] This the hurt I hide that fuels the fire [D] inside me.
Well I [G] always feel [F#] this baby so
[D] empty, [G]
so [F#] extreme.
[Bm]
[G]
[G] [D]
[Bm]
She lifts her skirt up to her knees, walks through the garden rows with her bare [D] feet laughing.
I never [G] learned to count my blessings, I choose instead to dwell in my [D] disaster.
I walk on down the hill, [F#] through grass grown tall and brown and still [G] it's hard somehow
to let go of [D] my pain.
[Bm] On past the busted back [F#] of that old and rusted Cadillac [G] that sinks into this field [D] collecting rain.
Well I always [G]
[Bm] feel this [F#] baby so
[D] [A] empty, [G]
[Bm] so [F#] extreme.
[Bm]
Of [G] these cut throat busted sunsets, these cold and damp white [D] mornings I have grown weary.
If through [G] my cracked and dusted dime store lips I spoke these words out loud would no
[D] one hear me.
[Bm] Lay your vows across the chair, [F#] let fall the flowers from your [G] hair and kiss me with
that country mouth so [D] plain.
[Bm] Outside the rain is tapping [F#] on the leaves, to me it sounds like [G] they're applauding us.
The quiet love we've made.
Well I always feel this [F#] baby so
[D] empty, [G]
so [F#] extreme.
[Bm]
[G] [G]
[D]
[G] [D]
[D]
[Bm]
[G] Well I looked my demons in the eyes, laid bare my chest and said do [D] your best to destroy me.
You [G] see I've been to hell and back so many times I must admit you're [D] kind of bore.
[Bm] There's a lot of things that can kill a [F#] man, there's a lot of ways to die.
[G] There's some already dead that walk beside me.
[B] There's [Bm] a lot of things I don't [F#] understand, why so many people lie.
[G] This the hurt I hide that fuels the fire [D] inside me.
Well I [G] always feel [F#] this baby so
[D] empty, [G]
so [F#] extreme.
[Bm]
Key:
G
D
Bm
F#
A
G
D
Bm
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
She lifts her skirt up to her knees, walks through the garden rows with her bare [D] feet laughing. _ _ _ _
I never [G] learned to count my blessings, I choose instead to dwell in my [D] disaster.
I _ _ _ _ _ walk on down the hill, [F#] through grass grown tall and brown and still [G] it's hard somehow
to let go of [D] my pain.
_ _ [Bm] On past the busted back [F#] of that old and rusted Cadillac [G] that sinks into this field [D] collecting rain.
_ Well I _ always [G] _
[Bm] feel this [F#] baby so _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [A] empty, [G] _
[Bm] so [F#] extreme. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
Of [G] these cut throat busted sunsets, these cold and damp white [D] mornings I have grown weary. _ _ _
If through [G] my cracked and dusted dime store lips I spoke these words out loud would no
[D] one hear me. _ _ _
_ [Bm] Lay your vows across the chair, [F#] let fall the flowers from your [G] hair and kiss me with
that country mouth so [D] plain.
_ _ [Bm] Outside the rain is tapping [F#] on the leaves, to me it sounds like [G] they're applauding us.
The quiet love we've made.
Well I _ always feel this [F#] baby so _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ empty, [G] _
so [F#] extreme. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] Well I looked my demons in the eyes, laid bare my chest and said do [D] your best to destroy me. _ _
You [G] see I've been to hell and back so many times I must admit you're [D] kind of bore. _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] There's a lot of things that can kill a [F#] man, there's a lot of ways to die.
[G] There's some already dead that walk beside me.
_ [B] There's [Bm] a lot of things I don't [F#] understand, why so many people lie.
[G] This the hurt I hide that fuels the fire [D] inside me.
Well I _ [G] always feel [F#] this baby so _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ empty, [G] _
so [F#] extreme. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
She lifts her skirt up to her knees, walks through the garden rows with her bare [D] feet laughing. _ _ _ _
I never [G] learned to count my blessings, I choose instead to dwell in my [D] disaster.
I _ _ _ _ _ walk on down the hill, [F#] through grass grown tall and brown and still [G] it's hard somehow
to let go of [D] my pain.
_ _ [Bm] On past the busted back [F#] of that old and rusted Cadillac [G] that sinks into this field [D] collecting rain.
_ Well I _ always [G] _
[Bm] feel this [F#] baby so _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [A] empty, [G] _
[Bm] so [F#] extreme. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
Of [G] these cut throat busted sunsets, these cold and damp white [D] mornings I have grown weary. _ _ _
If through [G] my cracked and dusted dime store lips I spoke these words out loud would no
[D] one hear me. _ _ _
_ [Bm] Lay your vows across the chair, [F#] let fall the flowers from your [G] hair and kiss me with
that country mouth so [D] plain.
_ _ [Bm] Outside the rain is tapping [F#] on the leaves, to me it sounds like [G] they're applauding us.
The quiet love we've made.
Well I _ always feel this [F#] baby so _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ empty, [G] _
so [F#] extreme. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] Well I looked my demons in the eyes, laid bare my chest and said do [D] your best to destroy me. _ _
You [G] see I've been to hell and back so many times I must admit you're [D] kind of bore. _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] There's a lot of things that can kill a [F#] man, there's a lot of ways to die.
[G] There's some already dead that walk beside me.
_ [B] There's [Bm] a lot of things I don't [F#] understand, why so many people lie.
[G] This the hurt I hide that fuels the fire [D] inside me.
Well I _ [G] always feel [F#] this baby so _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ empty, [G] _
so [F#] extreme. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _