Weights And Measures Tab par Dry The River (Accords Baryton)

Capo 1


                    C                  G
You've made your decision now get up and leave

      F                  G                       C
The familiar sting of the woodcutters swing to the tree

                 C                   G
I’ll fall in the forest to elbows and knees.

       F                               G                    C
And it won't make a sound since there's no one around here to see


         F       C
I was prepared to love you

            F            C      G
And never expect anything of you


                C                         G
If a spirit has left you baby don't lie to yourself

       F'                    G'                  C
Put them old records on and admit that it's gone somewhere else

                   C                                                      G
Just because we're beasts of blame by nature doesn't mean that you should carry it again

       F                       G                  C
It's a question of needs, and not rosary beads, in the end



         F       C
I was prepared to love you

            F            C
And never expect anything of you

                      F
But there's no patron saint of silent restraint

C               G            F
There ain't no sword in our lake

                C
Just a funeral wake


             Am                   C
You were the coldest star in the sky

                F            C
Only I couldn't see it I was blind

            Am                       C
In come the black night calling your name since you were born

                F            G            C
Only I couldn't hear it I was empty as a drum



         F       C
I was prepared to love you

            F            C
And never expect anything of you

                    F
But there no patron saint of silent restraint

C               G            F
There ain't no sword in our lake

C               G            F
There ain't no sword in our lake

C               G            F
There ain't no sword in our lake

                C
Just a funeral wake.