Prisoner Of A Dream Chords by Walter Trout
Tempo:
92.2 bpm
Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[G] [D] She's a throw away [Em] from the brown and [Am] clay and I know.
Oh she [G] holds his arm back.
[D] She carry [Em] everything in a little [Am] paper sack.
She
[G] writes her [D] story in the sandy [F] city, dried [G] roses and you wash [Am] it all away.
[G] She trying to [F#m] tell us how sad it [F] seems, live [G] your life a prisoner [Am] of a dream.
A very [G] fragile she lost her [D] mind, her life is [Em] precious, the [Am] world is so unkind.
Her eyes are [G] empty as she madly [D] writes, stops in [Em] the morning, [Am] goes till the late at night.
Late at night.
[G] She writes her [F#] story in the sandy [F] city, dried [Em] roses and you wash [Am] it all away.
[G] She trying to [D] tell us how sad it [F] seems, live your [G] life a prisoner [Am] of a dream.
In her [G] stares there's no way [D] out, can't [Em] figure what the dream is [Am] all about.
She's just [G] sleeping out on the [D] street, for a little [Em] money.
Wrap [Am] rags around her feet, around her feet.
[G] She writes her [D] story in the sandy [F] city, dried roses [G] and you wash it [Am] all away.
[G] She trying to tell [F#m] us how sad it [F] seems, live your [G] life a prisoner [Am] of a dream.
She's just [G] a prisoner, [F]
she's a [G] prisoner.
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[G] She never did, [D] it's a land of plenty, [Em] she got no [Am] where to stay.
Streets and [G] alleys is where she [D] lives, the land of [Em] plenty, she got no [Am] more to give.
No more to give.
[G] Cardboard [D] box gonna be her [F] bed, the [G] sky the only [Am] roof above her head.
[G] The streets are teaching [D] her what it means, [F]
to be a [G] prisoner of the [Am] American dream.
She's a prisoner, she's a prisoner.
She's a prisoner.
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Oh she [G] holds his arm back.
[D] She carry [Em] everything in a little [Am] paper sack.
She
[G] writes her [D] story in the sandy [F] city, dried [G] roses and you wash [Am] it all away.
[G] She trying to [F#m] tell us how sad it [F] seems, live [G] your life a prisoner [Am] of a dream.
A very [G] fragile she lost her [D] mind, her life is [Em] precious, the [Am] world is so unkind.
Her eyes are [G] empty as she madly [D] writes, stops in [Em] the morning, [Am] goes till the late at night.
Late at night.
[G] She writes her [F#] story in the sandy [F] city, dried [Em] roses and you wash [Am] it all away.
[G] She trying to [D] tell us how sad it [F] seems, live your [G] life a prisoner [Am] of a dream.
In her [G] stares there's no way [D] out, can't [Em] figure what the dream is [Am] all about.
She's just [G] sleeping out on the [D] street, for a little [Em] money.
Wrap [Am] rags around her feet, around her feet.
[G] She writes her [D] story in the sandy [F] city, dried roses [G] and you wash it [Am] all away.
[G] She trying to tell [F#m] us how sad it [F] seems, live your [G] life a prisoner [Am] of a dream.
She's just [G] a prisoner, [F]
she's a [G] prisoner.
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[G] She never did, [D] it's a land of plenty, [Em] she got no [Am] where to stay.
Streets and [G] alleys is where she [D] lives, the land of [Em] plenty, she got no [Am] more to give.
No more to give.
[G] Cardboard [D] box gonna be her [F] bed, the [G] sky the only [Am] roof above her head.
[G] The streets are teaching [D] her what it means, [F]
to be a [G] prisoner of the [Am] American dream.
She's a prisoner, she's a prisoner.
She's a prisoner.
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_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ [D] She's a throw away [Em] from the brown and [Am] clay and I know. _ _
_ _ _ Oh she [G] holds his arm back.
[D] She carry [Em] everything in a little [Am] paper sack.
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_ _ _ [G] writes her [D] story in the sandy [F] city, dried [G] roses and you wash [Am] it all away. _ _ _
_ _ [G] She trying to [F#m] tell us how sad it [F] seems, live [G] your life a prisoner [Am] of a dream. _ _
_ _ A very [G] fragile she lost her [D] mind, her life is [Em] precious, the [Am] world is so unkind.
Her _ _ _ eyes are [G] empty as she madly [D] writes, stops in [Em] the morning, [Am] goes till the late at night.
Late at night.
_ _ [G] She writes her [F#] story in the sandy [F] city, dried [Em] roses and you wash [Am] it all away. _ _ _
_ _ [G] She trying to [D] tell us how sad it [F] seems, live your [G] life a prisoner [Am] of a dream. _ _ _
_ _ In her [G] stares there's no way [D] out, can't [Em] figure what the dream is [Am] all about. _ _ _
_ _ _ She's just [G] sleeping out on the [D] street, for a little [Em] money.
Wrap [Am] rags around her feet, around her feet.
[G] She writes her [D] story in the sandy [F] city, dried roses [G] and you wash it [Am] all away. _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] She trying to tell [F#m] us how sad it [F] seems, live your [G] life a prisoner [Am] of a dream. _ _
_ _ _ She's just [G] a prisoner, [F]
she's a [G] prisoner.
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_ _ _ _ [G] She never did, [D] it's a land of plenty, [Em] she got no [Am] where to stay. _ _ _
_ _ _ Streets and [G] alleys is where she [D] lives, the land of [Em] plenty, she got no [Am] more to give.
No _ more to give.
_ _ [G] Cardboard [D] box gonna be her [F] bed, the [G] sky the only [Am] roof above her head. _ _
_ _ [G] The streets are teaching [D] her what it means, [F]
to be a [G] prisoner of the [Am] American dream.
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_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ [D] She's a throw away [Em] from the brown and [Am] clay and I know. _ _
_ _ _ Oh she [G] holds his arm back.
[D] She carry [Em] everything in a little [Am] paper sack.
She _
_ _ _ [G] writes her [D] story in the sandy [F] city, dried [G] roses and you wash [Am] it all away. _ _ _
_ _ [G] She trying to [F#m] tell us how sad it [F] seems, live [G] your life a prisoner [Am] of a dream. _ _
_ _ A very [G] fragile she lost her [D] mind, her life is [Em] precious, the [Am] world is so unkind.
Her _ _ _ eyes are [G] empty as she madly [D] writes, stops in [Em] the morning, [Am] goes till the late at night.
Late at night.
_ _ [G] She writes her [F#] story in the sandy [F] city, dried [Em] roses and you wash [Am] it all away. _ _ _
_ _ [G] She trying to [D] tell us how sad it [F] seems, live your [G] life a prisoner [Am] of a dream. _ _ _
_ _ In her [G] stares there's no way [D] out, can't [Em] figure what the dream is [Am] all about. _ _ _
_ _ _ She's just [G] sleeping out on the [D] street, for a little [Em] money.
Wrap [Am] rags around her feet, around her feet.
[G] She writes her [D] story in the sandy [F] city, dried roses [G] and you wash it [Am] all away. _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] She trying to tell [F#m] us how sad it [F] seems, live your [G] life a prisoner [Am] of a dream. _ _
_ _ _ She's just [G] a prisoner, [F]
she's a [G] prisoner.
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_ _ _ _ [G] She never did, [D] it's a land of plenty, [Em] she got no [Am] where to stay. _ _ _
_ _ _ Streets and [G] alleys is where she [D] lives, the land of [Em] plenty, she got no [Am] more to give.
No _ more to give.
_ _ [G] Cardboard [D] box gonna be her [F] bed, the [G] sky the only [Am] roof above her head. _ _
_ _ [G] The streets are teaching [D] her what it means, [F]
to be a [G] prisoner of the [Am] American dream.
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