Chords for Ray Lamontagne - Empty (song and lyrics)
Tempo:
81.25 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
Bm
F#
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Bm]
[G]
[D]
[G] [D] [G]
[D]
[D] [Bm]
[G] She lifts her skirt up to her knees, walks through the garden rows with her bare [D] feet laughing.
I never [G] learned to count my blessings, I choose instead to dwell in my [D] disaster.
[Bm] I walk on down the hill, [F#] through grass grown tall and brown and still [G] it's hard somehow
to let go [D] of my pain.
[A] [Bm] On past the busted [F#] back of that old and rusted Cadillac [G] that sinks into these fields [D] collecting rain.
Well I [A] always [G]
[Bm] feel [F#] so
[D] [A] empty, [G]
[Bm] so
[F#]
[Bm]
Of [G] these cut throat busted sunsets, these cold and damp white mornings I [D] have grown weary.
If through [G] my cracked and dusted down store lips I spoke these words out loud would no [D] one hear me.
[Bm] Lay your boughs across the chair, [F#] let fall the flowers from your [G] hair and kiss me with that country [D] mouth so plain.
[Bm] Outside the rain is tabbing [F#] on the leaves, to me it sounds like [G] they're applauding us, the quiet [D] love we've made.
Well I [A] always [G]
[Bm] feel [F#] so
[D] [A] empty, [G]
[Bm] so
[F#] Well
[Bm]
[G]
[D]
[G] [A] [G]
I [D]
[A] [Bm]
[G] looked my demons in the eyes, laid bare my chest said [Bm] do your [D] best destroy me.
You see [G] I've been to hell and back so many times I must admit you're [D] kind of bore.
[F#] [Bm] There's a lot of things that can kill a man, [F#] there's a lot of ways to die.
[G] There's some already dead that won't [D] decide.
[A] [Bm] There's a lot of things I don't understand, [F#] why so many people lie.
This [G] thick hurt I have that fuels the [D] fire inside me.
Well I [A] [G] always [Bm] feel [F#] so
[D] [A] empty, [G]
[Bm] so
[F#] [Bm]
[G]
[D]
[G] [D] [G]
[D]
[D] [Bm]
[G] She lifts her skirt up to her knees, walks through the garden rows with her bare [D] feet laughing.
I never [G] learned to count my blessings, I choose instead to dwell in my [D] disaster.
[Bm] I walk on down the hill, [F#] through grass grown tall and brown and still [G] it's hard somehow
to let go [D] of my pain.
[A] [Bm] On past the busted [F#] back of that old and rusted Cadillac [G] that sinks into these fields [D] collecting rain.
Well I [A] always [G]
[Bm] feel [F#] so
[D] [A] empty, [G]
[Bm] so
[F#]
[Bm]
Of [G] these cut throat busted sunsets, these cold and damp white mornings I [D] have grown weary.
If through [G] my cracked and dusted down store lips I spoke these words out loud would no [D] one hear me.
[Bm] Lay your boughs across the chair, [F#] let fall the flowers from your [G] hair and kiss me with that country [D] mouth so plain.
[Bm] Outside the rain is tabbing [F#] on the leaves, to me it sounds like [G] they're applauding us, the quiet [D] love we've made.
Well I [A] always [G]
[Bm] feel [F#] so
[D] [A] empty, [G]
[Bm] so
[F#] Well
[Bm]
[G]
[D]
[G] [A] [G]
I [D]
[A] [Bm]
[G] looked my demons in the eyes, laid bare my chest said [Bm] do your [D] best destroy me.
You see [G] I've been to hell and back so many times I must admit you're [D] kind of bore.
[F#] [Bm] There's a lot of things that can kill a man, [F#] there's a lot of ways to die.
[G] There's some already dead that won't [D] decide.
[A] [Bm] There's a lot of things I don't understand, [F#] why so many people lie.
This [G] thick hurt I have that fuels the [D] fire inside me.
Well I [A] [G] always [Bm] feel [F#] so
[D] [A] empty, [G]
[Bm] so
[F#] [Bm]
Key:
G
D
Bm
F#
A
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D
Bm
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_ [D] _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] She lifts her skirt up to her knees, walks through the garden rows with her bare [D] feet laughing. _ _ _ _
I never [G] learned to count my blessings, I choose instead to dwell in my [D] disaster. _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] I walk on down the hill, [F#] through grass grown tall and brown and still [G] it's hard somehow
to let go [D] of my pain.
[A] _ [Bm] On past the busted [F#] back of that old and rusted Cadillac [G] that sinks into these fields [D] collecting rain.
Well I _ [A] always [G] _
[Bm] feel [F#] so _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [A] empty, [G] _ _
[Bm] so_
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
Of [G] these cut throat busted sunsets, these cold and damp white mornings I [D] have grown weary. _ _ _
If through [G] my cracked and dusted down store lips I spoke these words out loud would no [D] one hear me. _ _ _
_ [Bm] Lay your boughs across the chair, [F#] let fall the flowers from your [G] hair and kiss me with that country [D] mouth so plain.
_ _ [Bm] Outside the rain is tabbing [F#] on the leaves, to me it sounds like [G] they're applauding us, the quiet [D] love we've made.
Well I _ [A] always [G] _
[Bm] feel [F#] so _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [A] empty, [G] _ _
[Bm] so_
[F#] Well _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ [A] _ [G] _
I _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] looked my demons in the eyes, laid bare my chest said [Bm] do your [D] best destroy me. _ _
You see [G] I've been to hell and back so many times I must admit you're [D] kind of bore. _ _ _ _
_ [F#] [Bm] There's a lot of things that can kill a man, [F#] there's a lot of ways to die.
[G] There's some already dead that won't [D] decide. _
_ [A] [Bm] There's a lot of things I don't understand, [F#] why so many people lie.
This [G] thick hurt I have that fuels the [D] fire inside me.
Well I _ [A] _ [G] always [Bm] feel _ [F#] so _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [A] empty, [G] _
[Bm] so_
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] She lifts her skirt up to her knees, walks through the garden rows with her bare [D] feet laughing. _ _ _ _
I never [G] learned to count my blessings, I choose instead to dwell in my [D] disaster. _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] I walk on down the hill, [F#] through grass grown tall and brown and still [G] it's hard somehow
to let go [D] of my pain.
[A] _ [Bm] On past the busted [F#] back of that old and rusted Cadillac [G] that sinks into these fields [D] collecting rain.
Well I _ [A] always [G] _
[Bm] feel [F#] so _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [A] empty, [G] _ _
[Bm] so_
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
Of [G] these cut throat busted sunsets, these cold and damp white mornings I [D] have grown weary. _ _ _
If through [G] my cracked and dusted down store lips I spoke these words out loud would no [D] one hear me. _ _ _
_ [Bm] Lay your boughs across the chair, [F#] let fall the flowers from your [G] hair and kiss me with that country [D] mouth so plain.
_ _ [Bm] Outside the rain is tabbing [F#] on the leaves, to me it sounds like [G] they're applauding us, the quiet [D] love we've made.
Well I _ [A] always [G] _
[Bm] feel [F#] so _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [A] empty, [G] _ _
[Bm] so_
[F#] Well _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ [A] _ [G] _
I _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] looked my demons in the eyes, laid bare my chest said [Bm] do your [D] best destroy me. _ _
You see [G] I've been to hell and back so many times I must admit you're [D] kind of bore. _ _ _ _
_ [F#] [Bm] There's a lot of things that can kill a man, [F#] there's a lot of ways to die.
[G] There's some already dead that won't [D] decide. _
_ [A] [Bm] There's a lot of things I don't understand, [F#] why so many people lie.
This [G] thick hurt I have that fuels the [D] fire inside me.
Well I _ [A] _ [G] always [Bm] feel _ [F#] so _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ [A] empty, [G] _
[Bm] so_
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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