Capo 5th
A E A E
I saw prayers being made with plastic rosaries
A E A E
Carpets laid, no thought for furniture...
E F#m
All the dogs are lying down
A
All the dogs are lying...
E F#m
All the dogs are lying down
A
All the dogs are lying...
E B7
As I crept wayward cracking bones
F#m A
The steeple rose, the way unknown.
E B7
The steeple jarred I set me down
F#m
And listened to the furnished ground.
E B7 F#m A x2
E B7
"She saith soft things," said one who lay -
F#m A
I turned to see the one turn grey!
E B7
An ash-burnt brim with naught he wept
F#m
But to the ground my ear had bent.
E B7 F#m A x2
E B7
"Say softer things than e'er," saith I
F#m
The while my horse had run a mile
E B7
And lying in the black I wept -
F#m
For ne'er a lad so wayward crept.
E B7 F#m A x2
E B7
Listening hard I felt too young -
F#m
The waywards talk with older tongues...
E B7 F#m A
E Bm A E x4
E
SCREWS ON!
SCREWS UP!
Bm
LEFT DOWN!
LIP OUT!
A
Burned by day!
Marooned by night!
E
Lost in a battle and found in a fight
E
Creep off ash-stained
Bm
Jump off, six lanes
A
One left and one gone!
E
None left and I'm gone!
Bm A E
I'm gone! I'm gone! I'm gone!
E Bm A E x2
A E A E
I saw prayers being made with plastic rosaries
A E A E
Carpets laid, no thought for furniture...
E F#m
All the dogs are lying down
A
All the dogs are lying...
E F#m
All the dogs are lying down
A E
All the dogs are lying...
