Chords for Jacob Bryant - More Than One Year (Official Video)
Tempo:
90.25 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
D
Em
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Em] [E]
[E]
[A] [E]
[A] [E] I did a one night stay in the Phoenix, at a run down dirty bar.
As I stumbled off the stage, an old man grabbed my [A] guitar.
He [D] said, son I'm glad I caught your show, I really dig your sound.
[A] But you may never get your chance, if you don't slow down.
I [E] said I hopped up on the cocaine shoot, whiskey and no pain.
Need a handful of pills, just to get [A] back down.
[E] Half a bottle of George Dickle, hell, a full head loaded pistol.
Scares off all the demons, every time [A] they [E] come around.
[D] I've lost track of all the women, [A] and get back what I've been spending.
[D] It's just the cost of living, more than [G] one [E] year at a time.
[D]
[E] [D] While [Em] he was standing in the shadows, he fired up a cigarette.
[D]
It was like I'd always known him, even though we'd [B] never met.
[D] There was something so familiar, that old six string in his hand.
[A] But then his words cut through the smoke.
He said, I understand, [E] son, hold on.
I hopped up on the cocaine shoot, whiskey and no pain.
Need a handful of pills, just to [A] get back [E] down.
Half a bottle of George Dickle, hell, a full head loaded pistol.
Scares off all the demons, every time they come around.
I've [D] lost track of all the women, [A] and get back what I've been spending.
[D] That's just the cost of living, [A] more than one year [E] at a time.
[Em] [D] [E]
[Em] [A]
[E] [B]
[Em] [D]
[A] Well, I [D] got a nice cold, eerie feeling, when [B] I recognized that man.
[D] He said, house lord, this outlaw bed [A] can sure get out of [G] hand.
[E] I hopped up on the cocaine shoot, whiskey and no pain.
Need a handful of pills, just [A] to get [E] back down.
Half a bottle of George Dickle, hell, a full head loaded pistol.
Scares off all the demons, [D] every time they [E] come around.
[D] I've lost track of all the women, [A] and get back what I've been spending.
[D] That's just the cost of living, [A] more than one year [E] at a time.
[A] More than one year at a [E] time.
[E] Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
[Em] Yeah.
[N]
[E]
[A] [E]
[A] [E] I did a one night stay in the Phoenix, at a run down dirty bar.
As I stumbled off the stage, an old man grabbed my [A] guitar.
He [D] said, son I'm glad I caught your show, I really dig your sound.
[A] But you may never get your chance, if you don't slow down.
I [E] said I hopped up on the cocaine shoot, whiskey and no pain.
Need a handful of pills, just to get [A] back down.
[E] Half a bottle of George Dickle, hell, a full head loaded pistol.
Scares off all the demons, every time [A] they [E] come around.
[D] I've lost track of all the women, [A] and get back what I've been spending.
[D] It's just the cost of living, more than [G] one [E] year at a time.
[D]
[E] [D] While [Em] he was standing in the shadows, he fired up a cigarette.
[D]
It was like I'd always known him, even though we'd [B] never met.
[D] There was something so familiar, that old six string in his hand.
[A] But then his words cut through the smoke.
He said, I understand, [E] son, hold on.
I hopped up on the cocaine shoot, whiskey and no pain.
Need a handful of pills, just to [A] get back [E] down.
Half a bottle of George Dickle, hell, a full head loaded pistol.
Scares off all the demons, every time they come around.
I've [D] lost track of all the women, [A] and get back what I've been spending.
[D] That's just the cost of living, [A] more than one year [E] at a time.
[Em] [D] [E]
[Em] [A]
[E] [B]
[Em] [D]
[A] Well, I [D] got a nice cold, eerie feeling, when [B] I recognized that man.
[D] He said, house lord, this outlaw bed [A] can sure get out of [G] hand.
[E] I hopped up on the cocaine shoot, whiskey and no pain.
Need a handful of pills, just [A] to get [E] back down.
Half a bottle of George Dickle, hell, a full head loaded pistol.
Scares off all the demons, [D] every time they [E] come around.
[D] I've lost track of all the women, [A] and get back what I've been spending.
[D] That's just the cost of living, [A] more than one year [E] at a time.
[A] More than one year at a [E] time.
[E] Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
[Em] Yeah.
[N]
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] [E] I did a one night stay in the Phoenix, at a run down dirty bar. _
As I stumbled off the stage, an old man grabbed my [A] guitar.
He [D] said, son I'm glad I caught your show, I really dig your sound.
[A] But you may never get your chance, if you don't slow down.
I [E] said I hopped up on the cocaine shoot, whiskey and no pain.
Need a handful of pills, just to get [A] back down.
[E] Half a bottle of George Dickle, hell, a full head loaded pistol.
Scares off all the demons, every time [A] they [E] come around.
[D] I've lost track of all the women, [A] and get back what I've been spending.
[D] It's just the cost of living, more than [G] one [E] year at a _ time.
_ _ [D] _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] While [Em] he was standing in the shadows, he fired up a cigarette.
[D]
It was like I'd always known him, even though we'd [B] never met.
[D] There was something so familiar, that old six string in his hand.
[A] But then his words cut through the smoke.
He said, I understand, [E] son, hold on.
I hopped up on the cocaine shoot, whiskey and no pain.
Need a handful of pills, just to [A] get back [E] down.
Half a bottle of George Dickle, hell, a full head loaded pistol.
Scares off all the demons, every time they come around.
I've [D] lost track of all the women, [A] and get back what I've been spending.
[D] That's just the cost of living, [A] more than one year [E] at a time.
_ _ [Em] _ [D] _ _ [E] _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
[A] Well, I [D] got a nice cold, eerie feeling, when [B] I recognized that man.
[D] He said, house lord, this outlaw bed [A] can sure get out of [G] hand.
[E] I hopped up on the cocaine shoot, whiskey and no pain.
Need a handful of pills, just [A] to get [E] back down.
Half a bottle of George Dickle, hell, a full head loaded pistol.
Scares off all the demons, [D] every time they [E] come around.
[D] I've lost track of all the women, [A] and get back what I've been spending.
[D] That's just the cost of living, [A] more than one year [E] at a time.
_ _ _ [A] More than one year at a [E] time. _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ Yeah, _ _ yeah, yeah.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
_ [Em] Yeah.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] [E] I did a one night stay in the Phoenix, at a run down dirty bar. _
As I stumbled off the stage, an old man grabbed my [A] guitar.
He [D] said, son I'm glad I caught your show, I really dig your sound.
[A] But you may never get your chance, if you don't slow down.
I [E] said I hopped up on the cocaine shoot, whiskey and no pain.
Need a handful of pills, just to get [A] back down.
[E] Half a bottle of George Dickle, hell, a full head loaded pistol.
Scares off all the demons, every time [A] they [E] come around.
[D] I've lost track of all the women, [A] and get back what I've been spending.
[D] It's just the cost of living, more than [G] one [E] year at a _ time.
_ _ [D] _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] While [Em] he was standing in the shadows, he fired up a cigarette.
[D]
It was like I'd always known him, even though we'd [B] never met.
[D] There was something so familiar, that old six string in his hand.
[A] But then his words cut through the smoke.
He said, I understand, [E] son, hold on.
I hopped up on the cocaine shoot, whiskey and no pain.
Need a handful of pills, just to [A] get back [E] down.
Half a bottle of George Dickle, hell, a full head loaded pistol.
Scares off all the demons, every time they come around.
I've [D] lost track of all the women, [A] and get back what I've been spending.
[D] That's just the cost of living, [A] more than one year [E] at a time.
_ _ [Em] _ [D] _ _ [E] _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
[A] Well, I [D] got a nice cold, eerie feeling, when [B] I recognized that man.
[D] He said, house lord, this outlaw bed [A] can sure get out of [G] hand.
[E] I hopped up on the cocaine shoot, whiskey and no pain.
Need a handful of pills, just [A] to get [E] back down.
Half a bottle of George Dickle, hell, a full head loaded pistol.
Scares off all the demons, [D] every time they [E] come around.
[D] I've lost track of all the women, [A] and get back what I've been spending.
[D] That's just the cost of living, [A] more than one year [E] at a time.
_ _ _ [A] More than one year at a [E] time. _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ Yeah, _ _ yeah, yeah.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
_ [Em] Yeah.
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