Chords for Trampled by Turtles - My Brother Works for the C.I.A (when he's not doin' time)
Tempo:
112.7 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
B
F#
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
And I'm [A] still looking out [E] your window, [A] your shady talk of home,
for dusty [F#] memories that go down [B] like rain.
And [A] the years grow [E] ever longer, [A] the days go [E] flying by,
[A] and I can't wait [E] till you and I [B] are finally [E] home again.
[F#] Well, there ain't no [E] easy answer [B] when the circus is [E] in town,
[A] and troubled [E] juries hang each other [B] dead,
[A] and the TV's filled [E] with bullets [A] who only write [E] in rhyme,
[A] and my brother works [F#] for the CIA [B] when he's not doing [E] time.
[F#] [A] [F#]
[B] [E]
[A] [F#]
[B] [E] [A] When comfort [E] comforts no one, [A] surrounded [Em] by your name,
[E] there's no one that I can talk [B] to now.
[A] And this town [Em] is a pain, [A] and I am [E] but a dream,
so come live with me outside the [B] lonely fields of [E] midnight Maine.
Well, [A] there ain't no [E] easy answer [B] when the circus [E] is in town,
[A] and troubled [F#] juries hang each [B] other dead,
[A] and the TV's [E] filled with bullets [A] who only [E] write in rhyme,
[A] and my brother [F#] works for the CIA [B] when he's not [E] doing time.
[A] [E] [A]
[E] [A] [F#] [B]
[A] [E] [A]
[E] [A] [E] [B]
[E] [A] And when the [E] nighttime tricks me [A] into believing I'm the same,
there's every [E] barstool in this [B] goddamn place.
[A] You come put your [Em] arms around me, [A] slowly [E] say my name,
[A] and come live with me outside the [B] lonely fields of midnight [E] Maine.
[A] Well, there ain't no easy [E] answer when the circus is in town,
[A] and troubled [E] juries hang each other [B] dead,
[A] and the [E] TV's filled with bullets [A] who only [E] write in rhyme,
[A] and my brother [E] works for the CIA [B] when he's not [E] doing time.
[A] Well, there ain't no [E] easy answer [B] when the circus [E] is in town,
[A] and troubled [E] juries hang each other [B] dead,
[A] and the TV's [Em] filled with bullets [A] who only write [Em] in rhyme,
[A] and my brother works [E] for the CIA [B] when he's not [E] doing time.
[A] [E] [A]
[E] [A] [E] [B]
[A] [E] [A]
[E] [A] [E] [B]
[N]
for dusty [F#] memories that go down [B] like rain.
And [A] the years grow [E] ever longer, [A] the days go [E] flying by,
[A] and I can't wait [E] till you and I [B] are finally [E] home again.
[F#] Well, there ain't no [E] easy answer [B] when the circus is [E] in town,
[A] and troubled [E] juries hang each other [B] dead,
[A] and the TV's filled [E] with bullets [A] who only write [E] in rhyme,
[A] and my brother works [F#] for the CIA [B] when he's not doing [E] time.
[F#] [A] [F#]
[B] [E]
[A] [F#]
[B] [E] [A] When comfort [E] comforts no one, [A] surrounded [Em] by your name,
[E] there's no one that I can talk [B] to now.
[A] And this town [Em] is a pain, [A] and I am [E] but a dream,
so come live with me outside the [B] lonely fields of [E] midnight Maine.
Well, [A] there ain't no [E] easy answer [B] when the circus [E] is in town,
[A] and troubled [F#] juries hang each [B] other dead,
[A] and the TV's [E] filled with bullets [A] who only [E] write in rhyme,
[A] and my brother [F#] works for the CIA [B] when he's not [E] doing time.
[A] [E] [A]
[E] [A] [F#] [B]
[A] [E] [A]
[E] [A] [E] [B]
[E] [A] And when the [E] nighttime tricks me [A] into believing I'm the same,
there's every [E] barstool in this [B] goddamn place.
[A] You come put your [Em] arms around me, [A] slowly [E] say my name,
[A] and come live with me outside the [B] lonely fields of midnight [E] Maine.
[A] Well, there ain't no easy [E] answer when the circus is in town,
[A] and troubled [E] juries hang each other [B] dead,
[A] and the [E] TV's filled with bullets [A] who only [E] write in rhyme,
[A] and my brother [E] works for the CIA [B] when he's not [E] doing time.
[A] Well, there ain't no [E] easy answer [B] when the circus [E] is in town,
[A] and troubled [E] juries hang each other [B] dead,
[A] and the TV's [Em] filled with bullets [A] who only write [Em] in rhyme,
[A] and my brother works [E] for the CIA [B] when he's not [E] doing time.
[A] [E] [A]
[E] [A] [E] [B]
[A] [E] [A]
[E] [A] [E] [B]
[N]
Key:
E
A
B
F#
Em
E
A
B
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ And I'm [A] still looking out [E] your window, [A] your shady talk of home,
for dusty [F#] memories that go down [B] like rain.
_ And [A] the years grow [E] ever longer, [A] the days go [E] flying by,
[A] and I can't wait [E] till you and I [B] are finally [E] home again.
[F#] Well, there ain't no [E] easy answer [B] when the circus is [E] in town,
[A] and troubled [E] juries hang each other [B] dead, _
_ [A] and the TV's filled [E] with bullets [A] who only write [E] in rhyme,
[A] and my brother works [F#] for the CIA [B] when he's not doing [E] time. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ [A] _ [F#] _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [F#] _ _
[B] _ _ [E] _ _ _ [A] When comfort [E] comforts no one, [A] surrounded [Em] by your name,
[E] there's no one that I can talk [B] to now.
_ [A] And this town [Em] is a pain, [A] and I am [E] but a dream,
so come live with me outside the [B] lonely fields of [E] midnight Maine.
Well, [A] there ain't no [E] easy answer [B] when the circus [E] is in town,
[A] and troubled [F#] juries hang each [B] other dead, _ _
[A] and the TV's [E] filled with bullets [A] who only [E] write in rhyme,
[A] and my brother [F#] works for the CIA [B] when he's not [E] doing time.
_ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _
[E] _ _ [A] _ _ [F#] _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _
[E] _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ [B] _ _
[E] _ _ _ [A] And when the [E] nighttime tricks me [A] into believing I'm the same,
there's every [E] barstool in this [B] goddamn place.
_ [A] You come put your [Em] arms around me, [A] slowly [E] say my name,
[A] and come live with me outside the [B] lonely fields of midnight [E] Maine.
_ [A] Well, there ain't no easy [E] answer when the circus is in town,
[A] and troubled [E] juries hang each other [B] dead,
_ [A] and the [E] TV's filled with bullets [A] who only [E] write in rhyme,
[A] and my brother [E] works for the CIA [B] when he's not [E] doing time. _
[A] Well, there ain't no [E] easy answer [B] when the circus [E] is in town,
[A] and troubled [E] juries hang each other [B] dead, _ _
[A] and the TV's [Em] filled with bullets [A] who only write [Em] in rhyme,
[A] and my brother works [E] for the CIA [B] when he's not [E] doing time. _
_ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _
[E] _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _
[E] _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ And I'm [A] still looking out [E] your window, [A] your shady talk of home,
for dusty [F#] memories that go down [B] like rain.
_ And [A] the years grow [E] ever longer, [A] the days go [E] flying by,
[A] and I can't wait [E] till you and I [B] are finally [E] home again.
[F#] Well, there ain't no [E] easy answer [B] when the circus is [E] in town,
[A] and troubled [E] juries hang each other [B] dead, _
_ [A] and the TV's filled [E] with bullets [A] who only write [E] in rhyme,
[A] and my brother works [F#] for the CIA [B] when he's not doing [E] time. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ [A] _ [F#] _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [F#] _ _
[B] _ _ [E] _ _ _ [A] When comfort [E] comforts no one, [A] surrounded [Em] by your name,
[E] there's no one that I can talk [B] to now.
_ [A] And this town [Em] is a pain, [A] and I am [E] but a dream,
so come live with me outside the [B] lonely fields of [E] midnight Maine.
Well, [A] there ain't no [E] easy answer [B] when the circus [E] is in town,
[A] and troubled [F#] juries hang each [B] other dead, _ _
[A] and the TV's [E] filled with bullets [A] who only [E] write in rhyme,
[A] and my brother [F#] works for the CIA [B] when he's not [E] doing time.
_ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _
[E] _ _ [A] _ _ [F#] _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _
[E] _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ [B] _ _
[E] _ _ _ [A] And when the [E] nighttime tricks me [A] into believing I'm the same,
there's every [E] barstool in this [B] goddamn place.
_ [A] You come put your [Em] arms around me, [A] slowly [E] say my name,
[A] and come live with me outside the [B] lonely fields of midnight [E] Maine.
_ [A] Well, there ain't no easy [E] answer when the circus is in town,
[A] and troubled [E] juries hang each other [B] dead,
_ [A] and the [E] TV's filled with bullets [A] who only [E] write in rhyme,
[A] and my brother [E] works for the CIA [B] when he's not [E] doing time. _
[A] Well, there ain't no [E] easy answer [B] when the circus [E] is in town,
[A] and troubled [E] juries hang each other [B] dead, _ _
[A] and the TV's [Em] filled with bullets [A] who only write [Em] in rhyme,
[A] and my brother works [E] for the CIA [B] when he's not [E] doing time. _
_ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _
[E] _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _
[E] _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _