Gallows Chords by Brown Bird

[Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Black blood, red sky, and a belly all full of fire.
Why, I ask, why?
I don't know.
I grow so tired of the battle of wrong and right
that's [C] waged [Gm] inside.
[A] And every time, just be it, [Gm] you're one of mine,
but the same damn kind of don't you know. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ [Gm] _
And the devil's eye is in a daggertongue,
and the sky above is where the sound,
and the fatal words like fire flung.
From a careless bow, I grow so tired
of the battle of wrong and right
that's waged inside.
And every [A] time, just be it, you're [D] one of mine,
but the same damn [F#] kind of [Gm] don't you know. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ We all walk down to the hill,
and the gallows are [A] swaying still.
_ _ [Gm] Still, clenched tight around the necks
of ten [A] million ghosts.
_ They [A#] whisper, [A] don't [Gm] forget,
but [D] don't forget to keep [A] moving on.
[D] But [Gm] the same damn kind of don't you know. _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ [D] _ [A] _ _ _ [E] _ [Dm] _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ [Gm] _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ Black blood, red sky,
and a billy-doll fortified.
Why, I ask, why?
I don't know.
I grow so tired of the battle of wrong and right
that's waged inside.
And [A] every time, just be it, you're one of mine.
[F#] _ [G] _