Chords for Flogging Molly - Tomorrow Comes A Day Too Soon (Acoustic)
Tempo:
110.45 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
D
C#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C#m] [A] [E]
[C#m] [A] [E]
[A] [D] [E]
[A] [D] [E]
[A] [D] [E]
[A] [D] [E]
[A] You, [D] you never [E] looked so good.
[A] Sippin' life down like I wish I [E] could.
But [A] these sober tears are [D] all that's left to [E] shed.
[D] Sank soul, now [E] made of lead.
[A] Face down beneath the rubble [E] lies the man.
Tells [A] of a future already [E] in the past.
And [A] of himself, [D] well he hasn't [E] much to say.
But [D] awake the gods, the streets [E] won't tell him.
He said, [A] I left my home where the dead [E] never rose.
Where [A] the streaks [E] of gold I've [D] yet to find.
And at [A] the end [E] of the day, [D] all you can do [E] is pray.
[A] Without hope, [E] well you might as well [D] be blind.
[E] Yeah, be blind.
Tomorrow [A] comes a day too [D] soon.
[E] Tomorrow comes a [A] day too [D] soon.
[E]
[A] Angel, [D] sweet angel [E] of my youth.
Where [A] have you gone?
You're still awaiting soon.
The brick I built, [D] now builds a [E] higher wall.
[D] See it crumble, [E] hear me fall.
There [D] hangs the fool who once [E] had it all.
He [A] said, I left [E] my home [A] where the dead [E] never rose.
[A] Where the streaks [E] of gold I've [D] yet to find.
And [A] at the end [E] of the day, [D] all you can [E] do is pray.
[A] Without hope, [E] well you might as [D] well be blind.
[E] Yeah, blind.
Tomorrow comes a [A] day too [D] soon.
[E] Tomorrow comes a [A] day too soon.
[E]
[D] And no road has [E] yet to rise.
[A] On these hundred years that [D] pass me by.
And the blood of the [E] river flows.
To [A] the crimson field [D] never sown.
No, [E] never sown.
He [A] said, I left [E] my home where [D] the dead never [E] rose.
[A] Where the streaks [E] of gold I've yet [D] to find.
[A] And at the [E] end of the day, [A] all you can do [E] is pray.
[A] Without hope, well [E] you might [D] as well be blind.
Yeah, [E] blind.
Tomorrow comes a day [A] too soon.
[D] [E] Tomorrow comes a day [A] too soon.
[D] [E]
Tomorrow comes a [A] day too soon.
[E]
Tomorrow comes a [A] day too [D] soon.
[E]
[A] Ah, well you, [D] you never looked [A] so good.
[C#m] [A] [E]
[A] [D] [E]
[A] [D] [E]
[A] [D] [E]
[A] [D] [E]
[A] You, [D] you never [E] looked so good.
[A] Sippin' life down like I wish I [E] could.
But [A] these sober tears are [D] all that's left to [E] shed.
[D] Sank soul, now [E] made of lead.
[A] Face down beneath the rubble [E] lies the man.
Tells [A] of a future already [E] in the past.
And [A] of himself, [D] well he hasn't [E] much to say.
But [D] awake the gods, the streets [E] won't tell him.
He said, [A] I left my home where the dead [E] never rose.
Where [A] the streaks [E] of gold I've [D] yet to find.
And at [A] the end [E] of the day, [D] all you can do [E] is pray.
[A] Without hope, [E] well you might as well [D] be blind.
[E] Yeah, be blind.
Tomorrow [A] comes a day too [D] soon.
[E] Tomorrow comes a [A] day too [D] soon.
[E]
[A] Angel, [D] sweet angel [E] of my youth.
Where [A] have you gone?
You're still awaiting soon.
The brick I built, [D] now builds a [E] higher wall.
[D] See it crumble, [E] hear me fall.
There [D] hangs the fool who once [E] had it all.
He [A] said, I left [E] my home [A] where the dead [E] never rose.
[A] Where the streaks [E] of gold I've [D] yet to find.
And [A] at the end [E] of the day, [D] all you can [E] do is pray.
[A] Without hope, [E] well you might as [D] well be blind.
[E] Yeah, blind.
Tomorrow comes a [A] day too [D] soon.
[E] Tomorrow comes a [A] day too soon.
[E]
[D] And no road has [E] yet to rise.
[A] On these hundred years that [D] pass me by.
And the blood of the [E] river flows.
To [A] the crimson field [D] never sown.
No, [E] never sown.
He [A] said, I left [E] my home where [D] the dead never [E] rose.
[A] Where the streaks [E] of gold I've yet [D] to find.
[A] And at the [E] end of the day, [A] all you can do [E] is pray.
[A] Without hope, well [E] you might [D] as well be blind.
Yeah, [E] blind.
Tomorrow comes a day [A] too soon.
[D] [E] Tomorrow comes a day [A] too soon.
[D] [E]
Tomorrow comes a [A] day too soon.
[E]
Tomorrow comes a [A] day too [D] soon.
[E]
[A] Ah, well you, [D] you never looked [A] so good.
Key:
E
A
D
C#m
E
A
D
C#m
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[C#m] _ [A] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[C#m] _ [A] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
[A] _ _ [D] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ [D] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
[A] You, [D] you never [E] looked so good. _
[A] Sippin' life down like I wish I [E] could.
But [A] these sober tears are [D] all that's left to [E] shed. _
[D] Sank soul, now [E] made of lead. _ _
[A] Face down beneath the rubble [E] lies the man.
Tells [A] of a future already [E] in the past.
And [A] of himself, [D] well he hasn't [E] much to say.
But [D] awake the gods, the streets [E] won't tell him.
He said, [A] I left my home where the dead [E] never rose.
Where [A] the streaks [E] of gold I've [D] yet to find.
And at [A] the end [E] of the day, [D] all you can do [E] is pray.
[A] Without hope, [E] well you might as well [D] be blind. _
[E] Yeah, be blind.
_ _ Tomorrow [A] comes a day too [D] soon.
_ [E] _ Tomorrow comes a [A] day too [D] soon.
_ [E] _ _ _ _
[A] Angel, [D] sweet angel [E] of my youth.
Where [A] have you gone?
You're still awaiting soon.
The brick I built, [D] now builds a [E] higher wall. _
[D] See it crumble, _ [E] hear me fall.
There [D] hangs the fool who once [E] had it all.
He [A] said, I left [E] my home [A] where the dead [E] never rose.
[A] Where the streaks [E] of gold I've [D] yet to find.
And [A] at the end [E] of the day, [D] all you can [E] do is pray.
[A] Without hope, [E] well you might as [D] well be blind.
[E] Yeah, blind.
_ _ Tomorrow comes a [A] day too [D] soon.
_ [E] _ Tomorrow comes a [A] day too soon.
_ [E] _ _ _
[D] And no road has [E] yet to rise.
[A] On these hundred years that [D] pass me by.
And the blood of the [E] river flows.
To [A] the crimson field [D] never sown.
No, [E] never sown. _ _ _
He [A] said, I left [E] my home where [D] the dead never [E] rose.
[A] Where the streaks [E] of gold I've yet [D] to find. _
[A] And at the [E] end of the day, [A] all you can do [E] is pray.
[A] Without hope, well [E] you might [D] as well be blind.
Yeah, [E] blind.
_ _ _ Tomorrow comes a day [A] too soon.
[D] _ _ [E] Tomorrow comes a day [A] too soon.
[D] _ _ [E] _
Tomorrow comes a [A] day too soon.
_ [E] _
Tomorrow comes a [A] day too _ [D] soon.
[E] _ _
_ [A] Ah, well you, [D] you never looked [A] so good. _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#m] _ [A] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[C#m] _ [A] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
[A] _ _ [D] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ [D] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
[A] You, [D] you never [E] looked so good. _
[A] Sippin' life down like I wish I [E] could.
But [A] these sober tears are [D] all that's left to [E] shed. _
[D] Sank soul, now [E] made of lead. _ _
[A] Face down beneath the rubble [E] lies the man.
Tells [A] of a future already [E] in the past.
And [A] of himself, [D] well he hasn't [E] much to say.
But [D] awake the gods, the streets [E] won't tell him.
He said, [A] I left my home where the dead [E] never rose.
Where [A] the streaks [E] of gold I've [D] yet to find.
And at [A] the end [E] of the day, [D] all you can do [E] is pray.
[A] Without hope, [E] well you might as well [D] be blind. _
[E] Yeah, be blind.
_ _ Tomorrow [A] comes a day too [D] soon.
_ [E] _ Tomorrow comes a [A] day too [D] soon.
_ [E] _ _ _ _
[A] Angel, [D] sweet angel [E] of my youth.
Where [A] have you gone?
You're still awaiting soon.
The brick I built, [D] now builds a [E] higher wall. _
[D] See it crumble, _ [E] hear me fall.
There [D] hangs the fool who once [E] had it all.
He [A] said, I left [E] my home [A] where the dead [E] never rose.
[A] Where the streaks [E] of gold I've [D] yet to find.
And [A] at the end [E] of the day, [D] all you can [E] do is pray.
[A] Without hope, [E] well you might as [D] well be blind.
[E] Yeah, blind.
_ _ Tomorrow comes a [A] day too [D] soon.
_ [E] _ Tomorrow comes a [A] day too soon.
_ [E] _ _ _
[D] And no road has [E] yet to rise.
[A] On these hundred years that [D] pass me by.
And the blood of the [E] river flows.
To [A] the crimson field [D] never sown.
No, [E] never sown. _ _ _
He [A] said, I left [E] my home where [D] the dead never [E] rose.
[A] Where the streaks [E] of gold I've yet [D] to find. _
[A] And at the [E] end of the day, [A] all you can do [E] is pray.
[A] Without hope, well [E] you might [D] as well be blind.
Yeah, [E] blind.
_ _ _ Tomorrow comes a day [A] too soon.
[D] _ _ [E] Tomorrow comes a day [A] too soon.
[D] _ _ [E] _
Tomorrow comes a [A] day too soon.
_ [E] _
Tomorrow comes a [A] day too _ [D] soon.
[E] _ _
_ [A] Ah, well you, [D] you never looked [A] so good. _ _ _ _ _ _