Toadvine

(início)

INTRO:
  F   Am  Em  F   C   F   C   C
VERSE 1:
      F             Am             Em               F
  [I] rode myself into the ground, hell it’s almost over now,
  C             F               C      C
    I don’t see nothing but the light
  F          Am                  Em             F
    Darkness filled my days, the rising sun has shown the way, [and]
  C             F               C     C
    I Don’t see nothing but the light
  Dm                          F
      The preacher’s lesson,     is simply Armageddon,
      C                      G
  The devil, he knows how to ride
  Dm                  F
     A killer of men,    and no way to save them,
  C                          G
     Hell now we all have to die
  F       F
CHORUS:
  F                                    G
     You wouldn’t think that out here,   a man could simply run clear
  Am                        Bb       F       Bb       F
     Out of country but, oh my... oh my, [Oh my... oh my]
                         C   F   C   C
  Nothing but the light
INSTRUMENTAL BRIDGE:
  F   Am  Em  F   C   F   C   C
VERSE 2:
       F               Am     Em                    F
  They took my ears in Omaha, thought me dead but I weren’t all [and I]
  C            F               C    C
     Left them bleeding in the mud
  F                    Am          Em                F
  Branded me for horse thievery, between my eyes for all to see [and I]
  C            F               C    C
     Left them bleeding in the mud
  Dm                             F
      When this world was made,     [it] was never meant to save
  C              G
     Everyone in kind
  Dm                       F
      And I don’t believe,    God much had me
  C                  G
      Had me much in mind
  F       F
CHORUS D PEAT:
INSTRUMENTAL BRIDGE:
  F       G       Am
  Bb      F       Bb      F
  C   F   C   C
ABRIDGED VERSE 3:
  Dm                       F
      So tell me barkeep,     What is there to drink
  C                     G
      With just minimal risk
  Dm                          F
      Of blindness or death,      it all tastes of ashes
  C                            G
      Seems that’s all we ever get,
                   F       F
  It's all we ever get