Chords for Solas, "The Poor Ditching Boy"
Tempo:
121 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
A
C
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[N] [D] [A]
[G] [D] [A]
[D] [A]
[G]
[Dm]
It was a river of winter, so [D] cold and so sad, a river too weary to [G] float.
A [D] storm of anvil winds cut through to my skin, and [A] she cut through to my [Dm] blood.
I wasn't looking for trouble to tangle my line, [D] trouble came [G] looking for me.
[D] I knew I was standing on treacherous ground, seeking [A] too fast to [D] run free with [G] her skin.
[D] I know [A] the ways [G] she left me before, [D] and oh, a storm of [A] anvil winds cut through [G] to my skin,
but she cut through [D] to my blood.
I would not be asking, I would not be seeing, begging on [G] a mountain or hill,
[D] but I'm ready and blind with my hands tied behind, and [A] neither [D] mind nor will.
Oh, with her [G] skin, [D] I know [A] the ways she [Em] left me before, [D] and oh, a storm [A] of anvil winds cut through to [G] my skin,
but she cut through [D] to my blood.
[G] [D]
[Am]
It's [D] futile in need of a poor ditching boy, [Bm] I'll always believe what they [C] say.
[D] They tell him it's hard to [Bm] be honest and [G]
true, but does he mind if [A] he doesn't [D] get paid?
Oh, with [G] her skin,
[D] I know [A] the ways [G] she left me before, [D] and [A] oh, a [D]
storm [A] of anvil winds cut through to [G] my skin,
but she [A] cut through to my [D] blood.
Oh, with [G] her skin, [D] I [A] know the ways [G] she left me before, [D] and [A] oh, a [D] storm [A] of anvil [Bm] winds cut through [G] to my skin,
but she cut through [D] to my blood.
[G] [D] [C]
[Am] [D]
[C] [D]
[C] [Am]
[G] [D] [A]
[D] [A]
[G]
[Dm]
It was a river of winter, so [D] cold and so sad, a river too weary to [G] float.
A [D] storm of anvil winds cut through to my skin, and [A] she cut through to my [Dm] blood.
I wasn't looking for trouble to tangle my line, [D] trouble came [G] looking for me.
[D] I knew I was standing on treacherous ground, seeking [A] too fast to [D] run free with [G] her skin.
[D] I know [A] the ways [G] she left me before, [D] and oh, a storm of [A] anvil winds cut through [G] to my skin,
but she cut through [D] to my blood.
I would not be asking, I would not be seeing, begging on [G] a mountain or hill,
[D] but I'm ready and blind with my hands tied behind, and [A] neither [D] mind nor will.
Oh, with her [G] skin, [D] I know [A] the ways she [Em] left me before, [D] and oh, a storm [A] of anvil winds cut through to [G] my skin,
but she cut through [D] to my blood.
[G] [D]
[Am]
It's [D] futile in need of a poor ditching boy, [Bm] I'll always believe what they [C] say.
[D] They tell him it's hard to [Bm] be honest and [G]
true, but does he mind if [A] he doesn't [D] get paid?
Oh, with [G] her skin,
[D] I know [A] the ways [G] she left me before, [D] and [A] oh, a [D]
storm [A] of anvil winds cut through to [G] my skin,
but she [A] cut through to my [D] blood.
Oh, with [G] her skin, [D] I [A] know the ways [G] she left me before, [D] and [A] oh, a [D] storm [A] of anvil [Bm] winds cut through [G] to my skin,
but she cut through [D] to my blood.
[G] [D] [C]
[Am] [D]
[C] [D]
[C] [Am]
Key:
D
G
A
C
Am
D
G
A
[N] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ It was a river of winter, so [D] cold and so sad, a river too weary to _ [G] float.
A [D] storm of anvil winds cut through to my skin, and [A] she cut through to my [Dm] blood. _
_ _ _ _ I wasn't looking for trouble to tangle my line, [D] trouble came [G] looking for me.
_ [D] I knew I was standing on treacherous ground, seeking [A] too fast to [D] run free with [G] her _ skin.
[D] I know [A] the ways [G] she left me before, [D] and oh, a storm of [A] anvil winds cut through [G] to my skin,
but she cut through [D] to my blood. _ _
_ _ _ _ I would not be asking, I would not be seeing, begging on [G] a mountain or hill,
_ [D] but I'm ready and blind with my hands tied behind, and [A] neither [D] mind nor will.
Oh, with her [G] skin, _ _ [D] I know [A] the ways she [Em] left me before, [D] and oh, a storm [A] of anvil winds cut through to [G] my skin,
_ but she cut through [D] to my blood. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _
It's [D] futile in need of a poor ditching boy, [Bm] I'll always believe what they [C] say.
_ _ _ [D] _ _ They _ tell him it's hard to [Bm] be honest and [G] _
true, but does he mind if [A] he doesn't [D] get paid?
Oh, with [G] her skin, _
_ [D] I know [A] the ways [G] she left me before, [D] and [A] oh, a [D]
storm [A] of anvil winds cut through to [G] my skin,
but she [A] cut through to my [D] blood. _
Oh, with [G] her _ skin, _ [D] I [A] know the ways [G] she left me before, [D] and [A] oh, a [D] storm [A] of anvil [Bm] winds cut through [G] to my skin,
_ but she cut through [D] to my blood.
_ _ [G] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ [D] _ _
[C] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ It was a river of winter, so [D] cold and so sad, a river too weary to _ [G] float.
A [D] storm of anvil winds cut through to my skin, and [A] she cut through to my [Dm] blood. _
_ _ _ _ I wasn't looking for trouble to tangle my line, [D] trouble came [G] looking for me.
_ [D] I knew I was standing on treacherous ground, seeking [A] too fast to [D] run free with [G] her _ skin.
[D] I know [A] the ways [G] she left me before, [D] and oh, a storm of [A] anvil winds cut through [G] to my skin,
but she cut through [D] to my blood. _ _
_ _ _ _ I would not be asking, I would not be seeing, begging on [G] a mountain or hill,
_ [D] but I'm ready and blind with my hands tied behind, and [A] neither [D] mind nor will.
Oh, with her [G] skin, _ _ [D] I know [A] the ways she [Em] left me before, [D] and oh, a storm [A] of anvil winds cut through to [G] my skin,
_ but she cut through [D] to my blood. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _
It's [D] futile in need of a poor ditching boy, [Bm] I'll always believe what they [C] say.
_ _ _ [D] _ _ They _ tell him it's hard to [Bm] be honest and [G] _
true, but does he mind if [A] he doesn't [D] get paid?
Oh, with [G] her skin, _
_ [D] I know [A] the ways [G] she left me before, [D] and [A] oh, a [D]
storm [A] of anvil winds cut through to [G] my skin,
but she [A] cut through to my [D] blood. _
Oh, with [G] her _ skin, _ [D] I [A] know the ways [G] she left me before, [D] and [A] oh, a [D] storm [A] of anvil [Bm] winds cut through [G] to my skin,
_ but she cut through [D] to my blood.
_ _ [G] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ [D] _ _
[C] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _
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