Chords for The Collection "Becoming My Own Home"
Tempo:
120.25 bpm
Chords used:
C
Am
G
F
Gm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C]
[Am] [C]
[Am] [C]
[Am] [C] It's
[Am] [C]
fire season again, and the ash in the air is [Am] my eyes [C] stinging, and I can hear the
winter slowly awakening.
The mountains are my only [Am] goal, [Gm]
so [C] I can shed my skin and [Am] be made [C]
whole, and the crisp air
and the red clay [Am] will be my [C]
salvation.
Well, [Am] [G]
[F] your accent sets in with [C] the early [G]
frost, [F] and the things that I've loved [C] are the things [G] I've lost.
[F] The wheat from the chaff, the [C] sheep from [G] the goats, [F] this year I [G] am becoming my [Am] own home.
[Fm] This year I [G] am becoming my [C] own.
[Am] [G] [C]
[Am] [C]
[Am] [C] [D] [C]
[Am] [C] This bird's already leaping, I guess you got swept in their migration, and now every nest
I come [Am] across looks [G] abandoned.
[C]
Pacing every inch [Am] of this room, [C] looking for one spot [Am] without memories [C] of you, but the
blisters turn to callus [Am] if I'll just [C] keep walking.
[Am] [G] Well, [F] your accent sets in [C] with the burning [G] trees, [F] and the things that I've loved [C] are
the things [G] that I've bleed.
[F] The wine from the water, [C] the flesh [G] from the bone, [F] this year [G] I am becoming [Am] my own home.
[C] This year I am becoming my own.
[F]
[Am] [G]
[C] [F]
[Am] [G]
Well, [C] I fell my way out [F] of this chain-linked [Am] laneway, so that my words go [G] out high in the
finish, [C] and the floor was wrecked and rotted, [F] and they all fell down.
[Am] We couldn't keep our eyes [C] off the ground, and we could heat on high, [F] and the windows [Am] open.
This winding road [G] is the path we've chosen, [C] and the sunrise and the sunset [F] are keeping time.
[Am] The only eyes I see, [G] they're my [C] eyes.
This year I am becoming my own home.
This year I am becoming my own.
[Am] [C]
[Am] [C]
[Am] [C] It's
[Am] [C]
fire season again, and the ash in the air is [Am] my eyes [C] stinging, and I can hear the
winter slowly awakening.
The mountains are my only [Am] goal, [Gm]
so [C] I can shed my skin and [Am] be made [C]
whole, and the crisp air
and the red clay [Am] will be my [C]
salvation.
Well, [Am] [G]
[F] your accent sets in with [C] the early [G]
frost, [F] and the things that I've loved [C] are the things [G] I've lost.
[F] The wheat from the chaff, the [C] sheep from [G] the goats, [F] this year I [G] am becoming my [Am] own home.
[Fm] This year I [G] am becoming my [C] own.
[Am] [G] [C]
[Am] [C]
[Am] [C] [D] [C]
[Am] [C] This bird's already leaping, I guess you got swept in their migration, and now every nest
I come [Am] across looks [G] abandoned.
[C]
Pacing every inch [Am] of this room, [C] looking for one spot [Am] without memories [C] of you, but the
blisters turn to callus [Am] if I'll just [C] keep walking.
[Am] [G] Well, [F] your accent sets in [C] with the burning [G] trees, [F] and the things that I've loved [C] are
the things [G] that I've bleed.
[F] The wine from the water, [C] the flesh [G] from the bone, [F] this year [G] I am becoming [Am] my own home.
[C] This year I am becoming my own.
[F]
[Am] [G]
[C] [F]
[Am] [G]
Well, [C] I fell my way out [F] of this chain-linked [Am] laneway, so that my words go [G] out high in the
finish, [C] and the floor was wrecked and rotted, [F] and they all fell down.
[Am] We couldn't keep our eyes [C] off the ground, and we could heat on high, [F] and the windows [Am] open.
This winding road [G] is the path we've chosen, [C] and the sunrise and the sunset [F] are keeping time.
[Am] The only eyes I see, [G] they're my [C] eyes.
This year I am becoming my own home.
This year I am becoming my own.
Key:
C
Am
G
F
Gm
C
Am
G
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Am] [C] It's _
_ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ [C] _
_ fire season again, and the ash in the air is [Am] my eyes [C] stinging, and I can hear the
winter slowly awakening. _ _ _ _ _ _
The mountains are my only [Am] goal, [Gm]
so [C] I can shed my skin and [Am] be made [C]
whole, and the crisp air
and the red clay [Am] will be my [C]
salvation.
Well, _ _ _ [Am] _ _ [G] _
[F] your accent sets in with [C] the early [G]
frost, [F] and the things that I've loved [C] are the things [G] I've lost.
[F] The wheat from the chaff, the [C] sheep from [G] the goats, [F] this year I [G] am becoming my [Am] own home.
[Fm] This year I [G] am becoming my [C] own. _ _
_ [Am] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ [C] _ [D] _ [C] _ _ _
[Am] _ _ [C] _ _ This bird's already leaping, I guess you got swept in their migration, and now every nest
I come [Am] across looks [G] abandoned.
[C] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Pacing every inch [Am] of this room, [C] _ looking for one spot [Am] without memories [C] of you, but the
blisters turn to callus [Am] if I'll just [C] keep walking. _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ [G] Well, [F] your accent sets in [C] with the burning [G] trees, [F] and the things that I've loved [C] are
the things [G] that I've bleed.
[F] The wine from the water, [C] the flesh [G] from the bone, [F] this year [G] I am becoming [Am] my own home.
[C] This year I am becoming my own.
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
Well, [C] I fell my way out [F] of this chain-linked [Am] laneway, so that my words go [G] out high in the
finish, [C] and the floor was wrecked and rotted, [F] and they all fell down.
[Am] We couldn't keep our eyes [C] off the ground, and we could heat on high, [F] and the windows [Am] open.
This winding road [G] is the path we've chosen, [C] and the sunrise and the sunset [F] are keeping time.
[Am] The only eyes I see, [G] they're my _ _ [C] eyes. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
This year I am becoming my own home.
This year I am becoming my own. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Am] [C] It's _
_ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ [C] _
_ fire season again, and the ash in the air is [Am] my eyes [C] stinging, and I can hear the
winter slowly awakening. _ _ _ _ _ _
The mountains are my only [Am] goal, [Gm]
so [C] I can shed my skin and [Am] be made [C]
whole, and the crisp air
and the red clay [Am] will be my [C]
salvation.
Well, _ _ _ [Am] _ _ [G] _
[F] your accent sets in with [C] the early [G]
frost, [F] and the things that I've loved [C] are the things [G] I've lost.
[F] The wheat from the chaff, the [C] sheep from [G] the goats, [F] this year I [G] am becoming my [Am] own home.
[Fm] This year I [G] am becoming my [C] own. _ _
_ [Am] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ [C] _ [D] _ [C] _ _ _
[Am] _ _ [C] _ _ This bird's already leaping, I guess you got swept in their migration, and now every nest
I come [Am] across looks [G] abandoned.
[C] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Pacing every inch [Am] of this room, [C] _ looking for one spot [Am] without memories [C] of you, but the
blisters turn to callus [Am] if I'll just [C] keep walking. _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ [G] Well, [F] your accent sets in [C] with the burning [G] trees, [F] and the things that I've loved [C] are
the things [G] that I've bleed.
[F] The wine from the water, [C] the flesh [G] from the bone, [F] this year [G] I am becoming [Am] my own home.
[C] This year I am becoming my own.
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
Well, [C] I fell my way out [F] of this chain-linked [Am] laneway, so that my words go [G] out high in the
finish, [C] and the floor was wrecked and rotted, [F] and they all fell down.
[Am] We couldn't keep our eyes [C] off the ground, and we could heat on high, [F] and the windows [Am] open.
This winding road [G] is the path we've chosen, [C] and the sunrise and the sunset [F] are keeping time.
[Am] The only eyes I see, [G] they're my _ _ [C] eyes. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
This year I am becoming my own home.
This year I am becoming my own. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _