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