Chords for Last Mornin
Tempo:
86.9 bpm
Chords used:
E
B
D
A
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E]
[G#] [E]
[E]
[D] This is the last [B] morning [E] that I wake up in this [D#] dirty [E] city, looking [B] for the sunshine
as the buildings block the skies.
This is the last morning that I wash in rusty water, trying to shave the [A#] face that I [E] don't even [B] recognize.
[E] [Bm] [E]
Down the hallway rats are skidding, I can smell the garbage rotten, hear the children
crying in [A] apartments down below.
This [B] is the last morning that I'm gonna have to listen to it.
[E] I'm going home.
[B] [E] [B] This is [E] the last morning that I try to breathe [B] the heavy [E] air, fight the crowds, avoid the
[B] traffic, watch the world turn gray.
This is the last morning that I drink my coffee standing up, smile, speak to [D] strangers, [E] just
turn and walk away.
This is a tough, cold city here and I guess I'll never [D] cut it [E] here, and I'm so tired of
trying to [A] stand against it all alone.
[B] This is the last morning that I'm gonna have to [F#] fight it.
[B] I'm [E] going home.
This is the last morning that I wear these breezy overalls, punch the clock, and do just
what I'm [B] told to get along.
And face the long evening lying close beside my radio, imagining a citizen, [E] a girl who
sings a song.
[A] [E] Down below the subway screaming as I lie here halfway dreaming, looking at the ceiling
[A] wondering where the dream [E] went wrong.
[D] [E] This [B] is the last morning that I'm gonna have to think about it.
I'm [E] going home.
[B] I'm [E] going home.
[F#] I'm going [E] home.
[B] [E]
I'm going home.
[F#] I'm going [E] home.
I'm going home.
[N]
[G#] [E]
[E]
[D] This is the last [B] morning [E] that I wake up in this [D#] dirty [E] city, looking [B] for the sunshine
as the buildings block the skies.
This is the last morning that I wash in rusty water, trying to shave the [A#] face that I [E] don't even [B] recognize.
[E] [Bm] [E]
Down the hallway rats are skidding, I can smell the garbage rotten, hear the children
crying in [A] apartments down below.
This [B] is the last morning that I'm gonna have to listen to it.
[E] I'm going home.
[B] [E] [B] This is [E] the last morning that I try to breathe [B] the heavy [E] air, fight the crowds, avoid the
[B] traffic, watch the world turn gray.
This is the last morning that I drink my coffee standing up, smile, speak to [D] strangers, [E] just
turn and walk away.
This is a tough, cold city here and I guess I'll never [D] cut it [E] here, and I'm so tired of
trying to [A] stand against it all alone.
[B] This is the last morning that I'm gonna have to [F#] fight it.
[B] I'm [E] going home.
This is the last morning that I wear these breezy overalls, punch the clock, and do just
what I'm [B] told to get along.
And face the long evening lying close beside my radio, imagining a citizen, [E] a girl who
sings a song.
[A] [E] Down below the subway screaming as I lie here halfway dreaming, looking at the ceiling
[A] wondering where the dream [E] went wrong.
[D] [E] This [B] is the last morning that I'm gonna have to think about it.
I'm [E] going home.
[B] I'm [E] going home.
[F#] I'm going [E] home.
[B] [E]
I'm going home.
[F#] I'm going [E] home.
I'm going home.
[N]
Key:
E
B
D
A
F#
E
B
D
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G#] _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] This is the last [B] morning [E] that I wake up in this [D#] dirty [E] city, looking [B] for the sunshine
as the buildings block the skies. _ _
This is the last morning that I wash in rusty water, trying to shave the [A#] face that I [E] don't even [B] recognize.
_ [E] _ _ [Bm] _ _ [E]
Down the hallway rats are skidding, I can smell the garbage rotten, hear the children
crying in [A] apartments _ down below.
This [B] is the last morning that I'm gonna have to listen to it.
_ [E] I'm going home. _
[B] _ [E] _ [B] This is [E] the last morning that I try to breathe [B] the heavy [E] air, fight the crowds, avoid the
[B] traffic, watch the world turn gray. _ _
This is the last morning that I drink my coffee standing up, smile, speak to [D] strangers, [E] just
turn and walk away.
This is a tough, cold city here and I guess I'll never [D] cut it [E] here, and I'm so tired of
trying to [A] stand against it all alone. _
[B] This is the _ last morning that I'm gonna have to [F#] fight it.
[B] I'm [E] going home. _ _
_ This is the last morning that I wear these breezy _ overalls, punch the clock, and do just
what I'm [B] told to get along.
_ _ And face the long evening lying close beside my radio, imagining a citizen, [E] a girl who
sings a song. _ _ _
[A] _ [E] Down below the subway screaming as I lie here halfway dreaming, looking at the ceiling
[A] wondering where the _ _ dream [E] went wrong.
[D] _ [E] _ This [B] is the last morning that I'm gonna have to think about it.
_ I'm [E] going home. _ _ _ _
[B] I'm [E] going home. _ _
_ [F#] I'm going [E] home. _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ I'm going home. _
_ _ [F#] I'm going [E] home.
I'm going home. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ [G#] _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] This is the last [B] morning [E] that I wake up in this [D#] dirty [E] city, looking [B] for the sunshine
as the buildings block the skies. _ _
This is the last morning that I wash in rusty water, trying to shave the [A#] face that I [E] don't even [B] recognize.
_ [E] _ _ [Bm] _ _ [E]
Down the hallway rats are skidding, I can smell the garbage rotten, hear the children
crying in [A] apartments _ down below.
This [B] is the last morning that I'm gonna have to listen to it.
_ [E] I'm going home. _
[B] _ [E] _ [B] This is [E] the last morning that I try to breathe [B] the heavy [E] air, fight the crowds, avoid the
[B] traffic, watch the world turn gray. _ _
This is the last morning that I drink my coffee standing up, smile, speak to [D] strangers, [E] just
turn and walk away.
This is a tough, cold city here and I guess I'll never [D] cut it [E] here, and I'm so tired of
trying to [A] stand against it all alone. _
[B] This is the _ last morning that I'm gonna have to [F#] fight it.
[B] I'm [E] going home. _ _
_ This is the last morning that I wear these breezy _ overalls, punch the clock, and do just
what I'm [B] told to get along.
_ _ And face the long evening lying close beside my radio, imagining a citizen, [E] a girl who
sings a song. _ _ _
[A] _ [E] Down below the subway screaming as I lie here halfway dreaming, looking at the ceiling
[A] wondering where the _ _ dream [E] went wrong.
[D] _ [E] _ This [B] is the last morning that I'm gonna have to think about it.
_ I'm [E] going home. _ _ _ _
[B] I'm [E] going home. _ _
_ [F#] I'm going [E] home. _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ I'm going home. _
_ _ [F#] I'm going [E] home.
I'm going home. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _