Hope The High Road Chords by Jason Isbell And The 400 Unit
Tempo:
90.25 bpm
Chords used:
A
E
D
Bm
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A]
I [D] used to think that this was my [A] town, what a stupid thing to think
Now he's [D] getting fighting off a break [A] now, I myself am on the brink
I used [D] to want to be [A] a real man, I don't know what that even means
Now I just [D] want you in [A] my arms again, and we can search each other's dreams
I [Bm]
know [A] you're tired and you [E] ain't sleeping [Bm] well
I'm torn in [A] the spire, [E] likely man is [Bm] hell
But wherever you [A] are, I [E] hope the high road [D] leads you home again
[E] I've heard [D] enough of the white [A] man's blues, I've sang enough about myself
So if you're [D] looking for some [A] bad news, you can find it somewhere else
Last year was the son of a bitch, for nearly everyone we know
But I ain't fighting with you down at the ditch, I'll meet [F#m] you up here [A] on the road
[Bm] I know [A] you're tired and you ain't [E] sleeping [Bm] well
I'm [A] torn in the spire, [E] likely man is [Bm] hell
But wherever [A] you are, I [E] hope the high road [D] leads you home again
In a [E] world you won't believe in
[F#m]
We'll ride the ship down, don't [A] we, markets all before
[F#m] There can't be more of them than [E]
us, there can't be [D] more
[A]
I
[Bm]
know [D] you're [A] tired and you [E] ain't sleeping [Bm] well
I'm [A] torn in the spire, likely [E] man is hell
[Bm]
But wherever [A] you are, I hope the [E] high [D] road leads you home again
To [E] a world you won't believe [D] in
To a [E] world you won't believe [D] in
[A] [N]
I [D] used to think that this was my [A] town, what a stupid thing to think
Now he's [D] getting fighting off a break [A] now, I myself am on the brink
I used [D] to want to be [A] a real man, I don't know what that even means
Now I just [D] want you in [A] my arms again, and we can search each other's dreams
I [Bm]
know [A] you're tired and you [E] ain't sleeping [Bm] well
I'm torn in [A] the spire, [E] likely man is [Bm] hell
But wherever you [A] are, I [E] hope the high road [D] leads you home again
[E] I've heard [D] enough of the white [A] man's blues, I've sang enough about myself
So if you're [D] looking for some [A] bad news, you can find it somewhere else
Last year was the son of a bitch, for nearly everyone we know
But I ain't fighting with you down at the ditch, I'll meet [F#m] you up here [A] on the road
[Bm] I know [A] you're tired and you ain't [E] sleeping [Bm] well
I'm [A] torn in the spire, [E] likely man is [Bm] hell
But wherever [A] you are, I [E] hope the high road [D] leads you home again
In a [E] world you won't believe in
[F#m]
We'll ride the ship down, don't [A] we, markets all before
[F#m] There can't be more of them than [E]
us, there can't be [D] more
[A]
I
[Bm]
know [D] you're [A] tired and you [E] ain't sleeping [Bm] well
I'm [A] torn in the spire, likely [E] man is hell
[Bm]
But wherever [A] you are, I hope the [E] high [D] road leads you home again
To [E] a world you won't believe [D] in
To a [E] world you won't believe [D] in
[A] [N]
Key:
A
E
D
Bm
F#m
A
E
D
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I [D] used to think that this was my [A] town, what a stupid thing to think
Now he's [D] getting fighting off a break [A] now, I myself am on the brink
I used [D] to want to be [A] a real man, I don't know what that even means
Now I just [D] want you in [A] my arms again, and we can search each other's dreams
I [Bm] _
_ know [A] you're tired and you [E] ain't sleeping [Bm] well
I'm torn in [A] the spire, [E] likely man is [Bm] hell
But wherever you [A] are, I [E] hope the high road [D] leads you home again
_ [E] _ _ I've heard [D] enough of the white [A] man's blues, I've sang enough about myself
So if you're [D] looking for some [A] bad news, you can find it somewhere else
Last year was the son of a bitch, for nearly everyone we know
But I ain't fighting with you down at the ditch, I'll meet [F#m] you up here [A] on the road
[Bm] I _ know [A] you're tired and you ain't [E] sleeping [Bm] well
_ I'm [A] torn in the spire, [E] likely man is [Bm] hell
But wherever [A] you are, I [E] hope the high road [D] leads you home again
In a [E] world you won't believe in
[F#m] _
We'll ride the ship down, don't [A] we, markets all before
_ _ [F#m] There _ can't be more of them than [E]
us, there can't be [D] more
_ _ [A] _
I _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
know [D] you're [A] tired and you [E] ain't sleeping [Bm] well
I'm [A] torn in the spire, likely [E] man is hell
[Bm]
But wherever [A] you are, I hope the [E] high [D] road leads you home again
To [E] a world you won't believe _ [D] in
To a [E] world you won't believe [D] in
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ I [D] used to think that this was my [A] town, what a stupid thing to think
Now he's [D] getting fighting off a break [A] now, I myself am on the brink
I used [D] to want to be [A] a real man, I don't know what that even means
Now I just [D] want you in [A] my arms again, and we can search each other's dreams
I [Bm] _
_ know [A] you're tired and you [E] ain't sleeping [Bm] well
I'm torn in [A] the spire, [E] likely man is [Bm] hell
But wherever you [A] are, I [E] hope the high road [D] leads you home again
_ [E] _ _ I've heard [D] enough of the white [A] man's blues, I've sang enough about myself
So if you're [D] looking for some [A] bad news, you can find it somewhere else
Last year was the son of a bitch, for nearly everyone we know
But I ain't fighting with you down at the ditch, I'll meet [F#m] you up here [A] on the road
[Bm] I _ know [A] you're tired and you ain't [E] sleeping [Bm] well
_ I'm [A] torn in the spire, [E] likely man is [Bm] hell
But wherever [A] you are, I [E] hope the high road [D] leads you home again
In a [E] world you won't believe in
[F#m] _
We'll ride the ship down, don't [A] we, markets all before
_ _ [F#m] There _ can't be more of them than [E]
us, there can't be [D] more
_ _ [A] _
I _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
know [D] you're [A] tired and you [E] ain't sleeping [Bm] well
I'm [A] torn in the spire, likely [E] man is hell
[Bm]
But wherever [A] you are, I hope the [E] high [D] road leads you home again
To [E] a world you won't believe _ [D] in
To a [E] world you won't believe [D] in
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _