G/B = -20010

Capo 4th fret

C                                             F
  Who do you think would even show up at the funeral day?

C         G/B           Am            F
  Staring six feet down,   that's my hallowed ground

C                                       F
  Just a bed of dirt and bones, that's where I'll lay

C              G/B         Am            G
  Words carved like a poem    into some cheap headstone


Dm              G
  And who's so lucky

               C  G/B                   Am    G
but to have a few dear souls tried and true?

Dm                    G               C
  And could you even hear the brassy sounds

          G/B               Am   G   F
of those last bells crying out?


C                  G/B
  I'm just a dark horse

             Am
with a pale heart

           F
on a cold night

            C
for a long walk

             G/B
Just a dead flame

               Am
fuck the old game

             G
lay me down now

                Am G F
I've got a new naaaaaaame


C                                  F
  Would anyone show up with a few last words to say?

C               G/B       Am               F
  And toast my final hour,  at least piss on my grave?

C                                         F
  Maybe there's a sad song that a lonely trumpet could play

C                 G/B      Am          G
  The tune could flutter on   into an evening sun



Dm              G
  And who's so lucky

               C  G/B                   Am    G
but to have a few dear souls tried and true?

Dm                  G              C
  There won't be a chorus from a crowd

           G/B              Am    G   F
just the crickets chirping loud...


C                  G/B
  I'm just a dark horse

             Am
with a pale heart

           F
on a cold night

            C
for a long walk

             G/B
Just a dead flame

               Am
fuck the old game

             G
lay me down now

                Am G F
I've got a new naaaaaaame

Am G/B C G F

Am G/B C G F