Two Gallants - Age Of Assassins Chords

 
         
         
         
         
         
X
3
2
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
1
8 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
X
3
4
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3

12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
2
4
3
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
3
2
1
1
8 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
4
3
1
1
1
X

10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
4
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
         
         
         
         
         
2
1
3
4
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
3
2
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1

10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
X
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
1
4
1
8 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
1
2
1
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
X
1
4
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
4
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
4
3
1
1
1
2
8 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
1
2
X
1

8 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
1
2
4
1
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
2
4
No chord
Standard guitar tuning:
E
A
D
G
B
E
Capo on 2 fret
Oh when the Csummer sun come cutting Like a clean razor blade And I wFake to the day and all the visions I've made RCeached out my hand for the curl of her hair And wFhisper my dreams to the girl who's not there GGather some memory from the night before Where'd she gCo? she gGo, where'd she gFo? GScreaming of threats and slam of a door Well I don't kCnow, don't kGnow, don't knFow So I lCook to the window and the city below From tFhis bed of mine Where I eat sweet jelly rolls Think IC'll put on my face I'd like to fix me a drink 'Cause sFomewhere someone knows just what I think Last nGight's but a question that hangs likes a noose 'Round my thCroat, Gmy tFhroat GSurely tonight, I'll invite its abuse Well there's no hCope, no hoGpe, no hFope Goodness Cme, oh my Oh my god, I still might Fbe fine Get through all the pains I fGake Poor boy could use a bFreak A break from my own daily hCate, oh "Pain is something no one eFlse knows" That's what I hear them sGay But everyone bereaves the dFay I said weary weary wGalk awaCy F So I tCake to the streets like the dead to the grave You lFight me a smoke because it's right to behave And I'm aCll juiced up all morning because the morning is when HFeros stand tall in the statues of men And all the pGigeons adore me and peck at my feet Oh the fCame, the fGame, the fFame SoGmeday they may use my head as a seat Well I can't waCit, can't wGait, can't Fwait Goodness Cme, oh my Oh my god, I still might gFet by Get through all the pains I faGke Poor boy could use a bFreak A break from my own daily hCate, oh "Pain is something no one eFlse knows" That's what I hear them sGay But everyone bereaves the dFay I said weary weary wGalk awaCy F CWhen I die alone bGury me deep Way out west past SCunset Street So IC7 can hear old F29 when sChe goes roGllin' Cby CAnd when they come to cGlaim my skin And I go back where CI begin PC7lace the stones at my hFead and feet Tell them aCll I've goGne to sCleep And as the cCity unravels her metal bedroll I dFirty her sheets with the stumble I stCroll And the people all stop just to watch me go by With a thFirst in my throat and a tear in my eye So riddle me this while I lend you my soul Cin a song, Gin a sonFg, a song And Gbalance the sky on these shoulders of mine Until the dCawn, the dGawn, the dFawn Goodness Cme, oh my Oh my god, I still might gFet by Get through all the pains I faGke Poor boy could use a brFeak A break from my own daily hCate, oh "Pain is something no one elFse knows" That's what I hear them sGay But everyone bereaves the dFay I said weary weary wGalk awaCy F G C