Vagabond

[Intro] Bm

[Primeira Parte]

     Bm             D
I'm a vagabond just wandering along
       A                   G
An obscure stretch of the drag
          Bm                   D
I don't sleep much at all but don't get me wrong

             A                     G
I brought it on myself with this flag  

         Bm                  D
That I'm waving high, trying to keep boots dry
         A                      Bm
For the high ground to lay my head
          Bm                   D
And for a moment I spy when I close my eyes,
  A                      Bm
A picture of her face instead

[Refrão]

        G                   A
Still I find myself in some town
            D                    G
Burning the pillars of tradition down
    G                A                  D
And waking up on the wrong side of fantasy

[Segunda Parte]

      Bm            D
I'm a vagabond just wandering along
        A             G
Passing time in reverie
        Bm                  D
I don't bet much at all but don't get me wrong
             A                        G
I played the cards that were dealt to me
      Bm                D
I may lose my mind from time to time
      A                 Bm
But I know I've made my bed
     Bm                               D
And I admit that I've cried more than willing to die
    A                  Bm
To wake up with her instead

[Refrão]

        G                   A
Still I find myself in some town
            D                    G
Burning the pillars of tradition down
                     A                  Bm
And waking up on the wrong side of fantasy
 G               A                     D
Waking up on the wrong side of you and me

[Solo] Bm  D  A  G
       Bm  D  A  Bm

[Terceira Parte]

A                     Bm
I can't place where I lost track
          G             D
Or where I just lost my head
A                               Bm
Give me something sharp for the heartstrings
       G              A
I wanna cut out of my chest
             G     Bm   A
'Cause there ain't much time
          G     Bm   A
No, there ain't much time
          G     Bm   A
No, there ain't much time
Bm    G   A
Above ground

[Refrão]

        G                   A
Still I find myself in some town
            D                    G
Burning the pillars of tradition down
G                A                  Bm
Waking up on the wrong side of fantasy
         G                      A
I welcome all those wishes and trades
            D              G
To lose the whoolgathering days
   G                A                     Bm
Of waking up on the wrong side of you and me
    G                A                  Bm
Oh, waking up on the wrong side of fantasy
    G                A                     D
I'm waking up on the wrong side of you and me