Muck And Mire Chords by Brown Bird
Tempo:
118.6 bpm
Chords used:
G
Am
A
F
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[A] [G] [A] [A]
I must drag my body [G] through the mucking of mire,
Gathering branches [A] for the steam of [B] fire,
[A]
Twigged I would rather [G] just stand and nest,
Or with a wooden wing [Am] than fly.
They said, hey,
[Em] Digging out your well,
The [G] water makes a soft [Am] man,
It's your head and his hell,
[G] Rip the curb and all the way,
Moving dirt along the steam [Am] of fire.
[A]
[C] [D] [Am] [C]
[D] [C] [F#] [G]
[C]
[A] [Am]
I'd call on my lord,
But he can't help me now,
I'd fall on [C] my sword,
If I only knew how [F] to believe,
There's nothing above,
Only [Am] absence and [F] breath,
Of hatred and love,
[A] But it was born into [G] me,
[A] If I can't burn [G] it [Am] out,
I'll forge on my sword,
And the blades I'll [G] be proud,
[F] And toil all my days,
In those [Am] fields of fire,
And [G] I will welcome those flames,
In a [Am] funeral pyre.
[G] [A]
[E] [Am]
[C] [F]
[Am]
[G]
[Cm] [A]
[G] [A] I must drag my body [G] through the mocking mire,
Gathering branches [A] for the steam of [G] fire,
[A] Twigged I would rather [G] just stand and nest,
Or with a wooden wing [A] than fly.
They [Am] said, hey,
[Em] Digging out [G] your well,
The water makes a soft [Am] man,
It's your head and his [Em] hell,
[Am] [Em] Lift the curtain on [G] the way,
Put the wood on the [Am] funeral pyre.
[F]
[G]
[Am]
[F]
[G]
[Am]
God damn the flames,
On [F] the bones of our foes,
[G] They cursed their names with blood [Am]-sport tongues,
Fouled in our hearts,
[F] The kindness of men,
They [G] built us,
And cut them [Am] down again.
[F]
[G]
[Am]
God [F] damn the flames,
[G] They cursed [Am] their names with blood -sport tongues,
[N]
I must drag my body [G] through the mucking of mire,
Gathering branches [A] for the steam of [B] fire,
[A]
Twigged I would rather [G] just stand and nest,
Or with a wooden wing [Am] than fly.
They said, hey,
[Em] Digging out your well,
The [G] water makes a soft [Am] man,
It's your head and his hell,
[G] Rip the curb and all the way,
Moving dirt along the steam [Am] of fire.
[A]
[C] [D] [Am] [C]
[D] [C] [F#] [G]
[C]
[A] [Am]
I'd call on my lord,
But he can't help me now,
I'd fall on [C] my sword,
If I only knew how [F] to believe,
There's nothing above,
Only [Am] absence and [F] breath,
Of hatred and love,
[A] But it was born into [G] me,
[A] If I can't burn [G] it [Am] out,
I'll forge on my sword,
And the blades I'll [G] be proud,
[F] And toil all my days,
In those [Am] fields of fire,
And [G] I will welcome those flames,
In a [Am] funeral pyre.
[G] [A]
[E] [Am]
[C] [F]
[Am]
[G]
[Cm] [A]
[G] [A] I must drag my body [G] through the mocking mire,
Gathering branches [A] for the steam of [G] fire,
[A] Twigged I would rather [G] just stand and nest,
Or with a wooden wing [A] than fly.
They [Am] said, hey,
[Em] Digging out [G] your well,
The water makes a soft [Am] man,
It's your head and his [Em] hell,
[Am] [Em] Lift the curtain on [G] the way,
Put the wood on the [Am] funeral pyre.
[F]
[G]
[Am]
[F]
[G]
[Am]
God damn the flames,
On [F] the bones of our foes,
[G] They cursed their names with blood [Am]-sport tongues,
Fouled in our hearts,
[F] The kindness of men,
They [G] built us,
And cut them [Am] down again.
[F]
[G]
[Am]
God [F] damn the flames,
[G] They cursed [Am] their names with blood -sport tongues,
[N]
Key:
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[A] _ _ [G] _ [A] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ I must drag my body [G] through the mucking of mire, _
Gathering branches [A] for the steam of [B] fire,
[A]
Twigged I would rather [G] just stand and nest,
Or with a wooden wing [Am] than fly.
They said, hey,
_ [Em] _ Digging out your well,
The [G] water makes a soft [Am] man,
It's your head and his hell,
_ _ _ [G] Rip the curb and all the way,
Moving dirt along the steam [Am] of fire.
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ [C] _ _ [D] _ [Am] _ [C] _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ [C] _ _ _ [F#] _ [G] _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ [Am] _ _ _
I'd call on my lord,
But he can't help me now,
I'd fall on [C] my sword,
If I only knew how [F] to believe,
There's nothing above,
Only [Am] absence and [F] breath,
Of hatred and love,
[A] But it was born into [G] me,
[A] If I can't burn [G] it [Am] out,
I'll forge on my sword,
And the blades I'll [G] be proud,
[F] And toil all my days,
In those [Am] fields of fire,
_ _ _ _ And [G] I will welcome those flames,
In a [Am] funeral pyre.
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ [A] _ _
_ [E] _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ [F] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Cm] _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] [A] I must drag my body [G] through the mocking mire,
_ Gathering branches [A] for the steam of [G] fire,
[A] _ Twigged I would rather [G] just stand and nest,
Or with a wooden wing [A] than fly.
They [Am] said, hey, _
_ _ [Em] _ Digging out [G] your well,
The water makes a soft [Am] man,
It's your head and his [Em] hell,
[Am] _ _ _ [Em] _ Lift the curtain on [G] the way,
Put the wood on the [Am] funeral _ _ pyre. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ God damn the flames,
On [F] the bones of our foes,
_ _ [G] _ _ _ They cursed their names with blood [Am]-sport _ _ tongues,
_ _ _ _ _ Fouled in our hearts,
[F] The kindness of men,
They [G] built us, _
And cut them [Am] down again. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ God [F] damn the flames, _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] They _ _ _ _ _ cursed [Am] their names with blood _ -sport tongues,
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ I must drag my body [G] through the mucking of mire, _
Gathering branches [A] for the steam of [B] fire,
[A]
Twigged I would rather [G] just stand and nest,
Or with a wooden wing [Am] than fly.
They said, hey,
_ [Em] _ Digging out your well,
The [G] water makes a soft [Am] man,
It's your head and his hell,
_ _ _ [G] Rip the curb and all the way,
Moving dirt along the steam [Am] of fire.
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ [C] _ _ [D] _ [Am] _ [C] _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ [C] _ _ _ [F#] _ [G] _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ [Am] _ _ _
I'd call on my lord,
But he can't help me now,
I'd fall on [C] my sword,
If I only knew how [F] to believe,
There's nothing above,
Only [Am] absence and [F] breath,
Of hatred and love,
[A] But it was born into [G] me,
[A] If I can't burn [G] it [Am] out,
I'll forge on my sword,
And the blades I'll [G] be proud,
[F] And toil all my days,
In those [Am] fields of fire,
_ _ _ _ And [G] I will welcome those flames,
In a [Am] funeral pyre.
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ [A] _ _
_ [E] _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ [F] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Cm] _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] [A] I must drag my body [G] through the mocking mire,
_ Gathering branches [A] for the steam of [G] fire,
[A] _ Twigged I would rather [G] just stand and nest,
Or with a wooden wing [A] than fly.
They [Am] said, hey, _
_ _ [Em] _ Digging out [G] your well,
The water makes a soft [Am] man,
It's your head and his [Em] hell,
[Am] _ _ _ [Em] _ Lift the curtain on [G] the way,
Put the wood on the [Am] funeral _ _ pyre. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ God damn the flames,
On [F] the bones of our foes,
_ _ [G] _ _ _ They cursed their names with blood [Am]-sport _ _ tongues,
_ _ _ _ _ Fouled in our hearts,
[F] The kindness of men,
They [G] built us, _
And cut them [Am] down again. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ God [F] damn the flames, _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] They _ _ _ _ _ cursed [Am] their names with blood _ -sport tongues,
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _