Vilains And Preachers taby ukulele według Trevor Sensor

Capo 1


Intro: D G D A D G G Em A

     D                 G
Im tired of all the torches
       D                       A
The church bells breakin' the dawn 
 
     D                G
Im tired of all the nights
          G     Em
Stumblin home alone 
                    A
and singing to the dogs

       D                G
The windows they are laughin'
         D                  A
And the moon is broken and old 

         D                     G
Like businessmen who shot themselves
     G           Em
To escape their debts 
                    A
And the truth bein' told

   G                  A
So if you lost in a sleepy town
           D                 G
Where the good girls go to church
      G              A                         D
Just damn all the villains and the preachers words


D G D x2

      D                   G
Ive slept on a thousand couches
         D             A 
While Jeremy slept in cars 
        D             G
He was told America loves him
      G             Em                     A
But thats not the truth and the truth is hard

        D                   G
So we spill our sins with cheap beer
          D                   A
And the townies search for a home
          D          G
I saved a man from killin himself 
     G           Em                 A
By damning the hells and all the unknowns 

     G                  A
When I speak my tongue spits fire
       D            G
And everybody gets hurt
      G              A                         D
Said damn all the villains and the preachers words 


D G D x2 
D G D A D G G Em A

       D                 G
Ive suffered a million bruises
       D                A
That mothers refuse to see 
       D                     G
Cant life just be like the 1950's
   G        Em                    A
We see to believe on the silver screen 

          D              G
But the women they dont like me
           D              A
Or in the end they all disappear
         D                 G
They're off to marry nice rich men
     G           Em              A 
Who stain their pens year after year

        G              A
So if suburbia has swallowed you 
            D                  G
Where the grass dont need the dirt
      G              A                         D
Just damn all the villains and the preachers words

           G                  A
If youve roamed high for a million miles
      D                    G
And still cant find your worth
      G              A                         D
Just damn all the villains and the preachers words

G D