Chords for Peter Gabriel/Emy Reynolds - Mercy Street (cover)
Tempo:
78.3 bpm
Chords used:
G
Am
F
C
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret

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[Am]
[F]
[Am] Looking down on empty streets, all she can see [F] are the dreams all made solid, are the
dreams all made real.
[Am] All of the buildings and all of the cars [F] were once just a dream [Dm] in somebody's head.
[Am] She pictures a broken glass, she pictures a scene, [F] she pictures a soul with no [Am] ecstasy.
Let's take the road [F] of waiting home.
[Am] Let's take the road [F] of waiting home.
[Am]
Lower in the corridors of pale green and grey, [F] lower in the suburbs in the cold light of
day, [Am] there in the midst of it so alive and alone, [C] words of poor [G] advice that made me [C] come empty.
[G]
[F] There is [C] enough dreaming of mercy [G]
in [Dm] your bed [E] of [G] woes, dreaming [C] of mercy.
[G]
[Dm] [E] Sweating through [G] the sun, dreaming [C] of mercy [G]
in your bed of [Dm] [G] woes.
[Am] Pulling out the papers from drawers that slide through,
[F] tugging at the darkness word upon word.
[Am] Confessing all the secret things we're more than velvet pots to [Dm] the priest, he's a doctor,
[C#] [Am]
[C] [G]
[C]
[G] [F]
[G] he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor,
he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor,
he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor,
he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's [C] a doctor,
[G] [Dm] [E]
[G] [C]
[G] [F]
he's [C] a doctor, he's a doctor,
[G] he's a doctor.
[Dm] In the [E]
darkness
[G] [Am] And with the folders out upon [Dm] the sky
No one will be on
[F]
[Am] Looking down on empty streets, all she can see [F] are the dreams all made solid, are the
dreams all made real.
[Am] All of the buildings and all of the cars [F] were once just a dream [Dm] in somebody's head.
[Am] She pictures a broken glass, she pictures a scene, [F] she pictures a soul with no [Am] ecstasy.
Let's take the road [F] of waiting home.
[Am] Let's take the road [F] of waiting home.
[Am]
Lower in the corridors of pale green and grey, [F] lower in the suburbs in the cold light of
day, [Am] there in the midst of it so alive and alone, [C] words of poor [G] advice that made me [C] come empty.
[G]
[F] There is [C] enough dreaming of mercy [G]
in [Dm] your bed [E] of [G] woes, dreaming [C] of mercy.
[G]
[Dm] [E] Sweating through [G] the sun, dreaming [C] of mercy [G]
in your bed of [Dm] [G] woes.
[Am] Pulling out the papers from drawers that slide through,
[F] tugging at the darkness word upon word.
[Am] Confessing all the secret things we're more than velvet pots to [Dm] the priest, he's a doctor,
[C#] [Am]
[C] [G]
[C]
[G] [F]
[G] he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor,
he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor,
he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor,
he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's [C] a doctor,
[G] [Dm] [E]
[G] [C]
[G] [F]
he's [C] a doctor, he's a doctor,
[G] he's a doctor.
[Dm] In the [E]
darkness
[G] [Am] And with the folders out upon [Dm] the sky
No one will be on
Key:
G
Am
F
C
Dm
G
Am
F
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Am] Looking down on empty streets, all she can see [F] are the dreams all made solid, are the
dreams all made real.
[Am] All of the buildings and all of the cars [F] were once just a dream [Dm] in somebody's head.
[Am] She pictures a broken glass, she pictures a scene, [F] she pictures a soul with no _ [Am] ecstasy.
_ _ _ Let's take the road [F] of waiting home.
[Am] Let's take the road [F] of waiting home.
[Am] _ _ _
_ Lower in the corridors of pale green and grey, [F] lower in the suburbs in the cold light of
day, [Am] there in the midst of it so alive and alone, [C] _ words of poor [G] advice that made me [C] come empty.
[G] _ _ _
_ [F] There is [C] enough _ dreaming of mercy [G] _ _
in [Dm] your bed [E] of [G] woes, _ _ dreaming [C] of mercy.
[G] _ _ _
_ [Dm] _ _ [E] Sweating through [G] the sun, dreaming [C] of mercy [G] _ _ _
in your bed of [Dm] _ [G] woes. _
_ _ [Am] Pulling out the papers from drawers that slide through,
[F] tugging at the darkness word upon word.
[Am] Confessing all the secret things we're more than velvet pots to [Dm] the priest, he's a doctor, _ _
[C#] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ [G] he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor,
he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor,
he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor,
he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's [C] a doctor, _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [E] _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
he's [C] a doctor, he's a doctor, _ _ _
_ [G] he's a doctor.
[Dm] In the [E]
darkness
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [Am] And with the folders out upon [Dm] the sky
No one _ will be on
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Am] Looking down on empty streets, all she can see [F] are the dreams all made solid, are the
dreams all made real.
[Am] All of the buildings and all of the cars [F] were once just a dream [Dm] in somebody's head.
[Am] She pictures a broken glass, she pictures a scene, [F] she pictures a soul with no _ [Am] ecstasy.
_ _ _ Let's take the road [F] of waiting home.
[Am] Let's take the road [F] of waiting home.
[Am] _ _ _
_ Lower in the corridors of pale green and grey, [F] lower in the suburbs in the cold light of
day, [Am] there in the midst of it so alive and alone, [C] _ words of poor [G] advice that made me [C] come empty.
[G] _ _ _
_ [F] There is [C] enough _ dreaming of mercy [G] _ _
in [Dm] your bed [E] of [G] woes, _ _ dreaming [C] of mercy.
[G] _ _ _
_ [Dm] _ _ [E] Sweating through [G] the sun, dreaming [C] of mercy [G] _ _ _
in your bed of [Dm] _ [G] woes. _
_ _ [Am] Pulling out the papers from drawers that slide through,
[F] tugging at the darkness word upon word.
[Am] Confessing all the secret things we're more than velvet pots to [Dm] the priest, he's a doctor, _ _
[C#] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ [G] he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor,
he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor,
he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor,
he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's a doctor, he's [C] a doctor, _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [E] _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
he's [C] a doctor, he's a doctor, _ _ _
_ [G] he's a doctor.
[Dm] In the [E]
darkness
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [Am] And with the folders out upon [Dm] the sky
No one _ will be on