Chords for The White Buffalo-Come Join the Murder (Live at the Print Shop)
Tempo:
65.5 bpm
Chords used:
C
F
Bb
Dm
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Come [C] join the murder, [F] soar [C] on my wings.
[F]
You [C] touch the hand of [Bb] God, and he'll [C] make you [Bb] king.
He'll [C] make you king.
[F] [C] [F]
[C] Come join the murder.
We were just talking about come join the murder.
Yeah, come join the murder was actually [B] a collaboration.
That's the only song, one of the only songs I have,
that I didn't write the lyrics.
So that was a collaboration, actually.
Kurt Sutter, who's the creator, [D] writer of Sons of [Ab] Anarchy,
wrote those lyrics.
Yeah, it came out cool.
I used [D] to not even play it, though.
We wouldn't play it in the States, really.
We wouldn't play it.
And then I did an interview with somebody.
I was like, yeah, I don't even play that song.
I was like, you know, I just don't.
I didn't write the words, so I don't really feel it as much.
[Db] And he's like, well, that's kind of selfish, isn't it?
And I was [D] like, yeah, you're right, it is.
[Dm]
There's a blackbird perched [Bb] outside my [F] window.
I hear him calling.
I hear him [Am] sing.
[Dm] He burns me with his eyes of gold to [Bb] embers.
He sees all [F] my sin.
He [C] reads my soul.
[F] And on that day, he spoke to me
like Martin Luther, like [Bb] Pericles.
[C] [F] Come join [C] the murder.
Come fly with black.
[F] [C] We'll give you freedom
[A] from [C] the human track.
[F] Come join [C] the murder.
Soar on [C] my wings.
[F] You touch the hand [A] of God.
[Bb] He'll make you king.
He'll [C] make you [A] king.
[Dm]
On a blanket made of [Bb] woolly shadows.
Move through [F] to heaven.
[A] On a [Am] raven's glide.
[G] [Dm] The same Jews who turn my wings [Bb] to wax now.
Oh, I feel [F] like Judas.
[C] Grace tonight.
[A] And on that day, he lied [Bb] to me
like Martin [F] Luther, like [Bb] Pericles.
[C] [F] Come join [C] the murder.
[F] Come fly [C] with black.
[F] We'll give [C] you freedom
[Bb] from the human track.
[F] Come join [C] the murder.
[F] Soar [C] on my wings.
[F] You touch the hand of God.
[Bb] He'll make [C] you king.
[Bb] He'll make [C] you king.
[F] [C]
[F] [Bb] [C]
[A]
[Dm] So now I curse that [Bb] raven's fire.
You [F] made me hate.
You [Am] made me burn.
[Dm] He laughed aloud as he [Bb] flew from heaven.
Oh, [F] you always knew,
but you [C] never heard a lie.
But cruel no longer speaks to [Bb] me
like Martin [C] Luther, like [Bb] Pericles.
[C] [F] Come join [C] the murder.
[F] Come fly [C] with black.
[F] We'll give you freedom
[Bb] from the human track.
[F] Come join [C] the murder.
[F] Soar [C] on my [F] wings.
You [C] touch the hand of God.
[Bb] And he'll make you king.
He'll make [C] you king.
[F]
[F]
You [C] touch the hand of [Bb] God, and he'll [C] make you [Bb] king.
He'll [C] make you king.
[F] [C] [F]
[C] Come join the murder.
We were just talking about come join the murder.
Yeah, come join the murder was actually [B] a collaboration.
That's the only song, one of the only songs I have,
that I didn't write the lyrics.
So that was a collaboration, actually.
Kurt Sutter, who's the creator, [D] writer of Sons of [Ab] Anarchy,
wrote those lyrics.
Yeah, it came out cool.
I used [D] to not even play it, though.
We wouldn't play it in the States, really.
We wouldn't play it.
And then I did an interview with somebody.
I was like, yeah, I don't even play that song.
I was like, you know, I just don't.
I didn't write the words, so I don't really feel it as much.
[Db] And he's like, well, that's kind of selfish, isn't it?
And I was [D] like, yeah, you're right, it is.
[Dm]
There's a blackbird perched [Bb] outside my [F] window.
I hear him calling.
I hear him [Am] sing.
[Dm] He burns me with his eyes of gold to [Bb] embers.
He sees all [F] my sin.
He [C] reads my soul.
[F] And on that day, he spoke to me
like Martin Luther, like [Bb] Pericles.
[C] [F] Come join [C] the murder.
Come fly with black.
[F] [C] We'll give you freedom
[A] from [C] the human track.
[F] Come join [C] the murder.
Soar on [C] my wings.
[F] You touch the hand [A] of God.
[Bb] He'll make you king.
He'll [C] make you [A] king.
[Dm]
On a blanket made of [Bb] woolly shadows.
Move through [F] to heaven.
[A] On a [Am] raven's glide.
[G] [Dm] The same Jews who turn my wings [Bb] to wax now.
Oh, I feel [F] like Judas.
[C] Grace tonight.
[A] And on that day, he lied [Bb] to me
like Martin [F] Luther, like [Bb] Pericles.
[C] [F] Come join [C] the murder.
[F] Come fly [C] with black.
[F] We'll give [C] you freedom
[Bb] from the human track.
[F] Come join [C] the murder.
[F] Soar [C] on my wings.
[F] You touch the hand of God.
[Bb] He'll make [C] you king.
[Bb] He'll make [C] you king.
[F] [C]
[F] [Bb] [C]
[A]
[Dm] So now I curse that [Bb] raven's fire.
You [F] made me hate.
You [Am] made me burn.
[Dm] He laughed aloud as he [Bb] flew from heaven.
Oh, [F] you always knew,
but you [C] never heard a lie.
But cruel no longer speaks to [Bb] me
like Martin [C] Luther, like [Bb] Pericles.
[C] [F] Come join [C] the murder.
[F] Come fly [C] with black.
[F] We'll give you freedom
[Bb] from the human track.
[F] Come join [C] the murder.
[F] Soar [C] on my [F] wings.
You [C] touch the hand of God.
[Bb] And he'll make you king.
He'll make [C] you king.
[F]
Key:
C
F
Bb
Dm
A
C
F
Bb
Come [C] join the murder, [F] soar [C] on my wings.
[F]
You [C] touch the hand of [Bb] God, and he'll [C] make you [Bb] king.
He'll [C] make you king.
[F] _ _ [C] _ _ [F] _
_ [C] Come join the murder.
We were just talking about come join the murder.
Yeah, come join the murder was actually [B] a collaboration.
That's the only song, one of the only songs I have,
that I didn't write the lyrics.
So that was a collaboration, actually.
Kurt Sutter, who's the creator, [D] writer of Sons of [Ab] Anarchy,
wrote those lyrics.
Yeah, it came out cool.
I used [D] to not even play it, though.
We wouldn't play it in the States, really.
We wouldn't play it.
And then I did an interview with somebody.
I was like, yeah, I don't even play that song.
I was like, you know, I just don't.
I didn't write the words, so I don't really feel it as much.
[Db] And he's like, well, that's kind of selfish, isn't it?
And I was [D] like, yeah, you're right, it is.
_ _ [Dm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ There's a blackbird perched [Bb] outside my [F] window.
I hear him calling.
I hear him [Am] sing. _
[Dm] He burns me with his eyes of gold to [Bb] embers.
He sees all [F] my sin.
He [C] reads my soul. _
[F] And on that day, he spoke to me
like Martin Luther, like [Bb] Pericles.
_ [C] _ _ _ _ [F] _ Come join [C] the murder.
Come fly with black.
[F] _ [C] We'll give you freedom
[A] from [C] the human track.
_ [F] Come join [C] the murder.
_ Soar on [C] my wings.
[F] You touch the hand [A] of God.
[Bb] He'll make you king.
He'll [C] make you [A] king.
_ _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ _ On a blanket made of [Bb] woolly shadows.
Move through [F] to heaven.
_ [A] On a [Am] raven's glide.
_ [G] [Dm] The same Jews who turn my wings [Bb] to wax now.
Oh, I feel [F] like Judas.
[C] Grace _ tonight.
[A] And on that day, he lied [Bb] to me
like Martin [F] Luther, like [Bb] Pericles.
_ [C] _ _ [F] Come join [C] the murder.
[F] Come fly [C] with black.
[F] We'll give [C] you freedom
[Bb] from the human track.
_ [F] Come join [C] the murder.
_ [F] Soar [C] on my wings.
[F] You touch the hand of God.
[Bb] He'll make [C] you king.
[Bb] He'll make [C] you king.
[F] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [C] _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ So now I curse that [Bb] raven's fire.
You [F] made me hate.
You [Am] made me burn. _
[Dm] He laughed aloud as he [Bb] flew from heaven.
Oh, [F] you always knew,
but you [C] never heard a lie.
_ But cruel no longer speaks to [Bb] me
like Martin [C] Luther, like [Bb] Pericles.
_ [C] _ _ [F] Come join [C] the murder.
_ [F] Come fly [C] with black.
[F] We'll give you freedom
_ [Bb] from the human track.
[F] Come join [C] the murder.
[F] Soar [C] on my [F] wings.
You [C] touch the hand of God.
[Bb] And he'll make you king.
He'll make [C] you king.
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _
[F]
You [C] touch the hand of [Bb] God, and he'll [C] make you [Bb] king.
He'll [C] make you king.
[F] _ _ [C] _ _ [F] _
_ [C] Come join the murder.
We were just talking about come join the murder.
Yeah, come join the murder was actually [B] a collaboration.
That's the only song, one of the only songs I have,
that I didn't write the lyrics.
So that was a collaboration, actually.
Kurt Sutter, who's the creator, [D] writer of Sons of [Ab] Anarchy,
wrote those lyrics.
Yeah, it came out cool.
I used [D] to not even play it, though.
We wouldn't play it in the States, really.
We wouldn't play it.
And then I did an interview with somebody.
I was like, yeah, I don't even play that song.
I was like, you know, I just don't.
I didn't write the words, so I don't really feel it as much.
[Db] And he's like, well, that's kind of selfish, isn't it?
And I was [D] like, yeah, you're right, it is.
_ _ [Dm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ There's a blackbird perched [Bb] outside my [F] window.
I hear him calling.
I hear him [Am] sing. _
[Dm] He burns me with his eyes of gold to [Bb] embers.
He sees all [F] my sin.
He [C] reads my soul. _
[F] And on that day, he spoke to me
like Martin Luther, like [Bb] Pericles.
_ [C] _ _ _ _ [F] _ Come join [C] the murder.
Come fly with black.
[F] _ [C] We'll give you freedom
[A] from [C] the human track.
_ [F] Come join [C] the murder.
_ Soar on [C] my wings.
[F] You touch the hand [A] of God.
[Bb] He'll make you king.
He'll [C] make you [A] king.
_ _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ _ On a blanket made of [Bb] woolly shadows.
Move through [F] to heaven.
_ [A] On a [Am] raven's glide.
_ [G] [Dm] The same Jews who turn my wings [Bb] to wax now.
Oh, I feel [F] like Judas.
[C] Grace _ tonight.
[A] And on that day, he lied [Bb] to me
like Martin [F] Luther, like [Bb] Pericles.
_ [C] _ _ [F] Come join [C] the murder.
[F] Come fly [C] with black.
[F] We'll give [C] you freedom
[Bb] from the human track.
_ [F] Come join [C] the murder.
_ [F] Soar [C] on my wings.
[F] You touch the hand of God.
[Bb] He'll make [C] you king.
[Bb] He'll make [C] you king.
[F] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [C] _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ So now I curse that [Bb] raven's fire.
You [F] made me hate.
You [Am] made me burn. _
[Dm] He laughed aloud as he [Bb] flew from heaven.
Oh, [F] you always knew,
but you [C] never heard a lie.
_ But cruel no longer speaks to [Bb] me
like Martin [C] Luther, like [Bb] Pericles.
_ [C] _ _ [F] Come join [C] the murder.
_ [F] Come fly [C] with black.
[F] We'll give you freedom
_ [Bb] from the human track.
[F] Come join [C] the murder.
[F] Soar [C] on my [F] wings.
You [C] touch the hand of God.
[Bb] And he'll make you king.
He'll make [C] you king.
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _