Misc Unsigned Bands - These United States - Old John Chapman Takes A Good Long Walk Chords

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

9 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1
         
         
         
         
         
2
3
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
2
4
1
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2
1
2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
2
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
3
2
4
1
4 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
X

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

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

Fm

variations
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
1
1
1
4 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
2
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
3
1
1
1
9 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2
1
6 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
X
         
         
         
         
         
2
3
1
4 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
4
4
4
X
2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
2
4
3
4 fr
         
         
         
         
         
4
3
1
2
1
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1

9 fr
         
         
         
         
         
4
3
1
1
1
X
9 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
4 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2
1
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
1
1
1
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2
X
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
3
1
1
1
9 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
2
11 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
X
No chord
    
Standard guitar tuning:
E
A
D
G
B
E
No capo
As A far as stories go, mine is the Em best one that I D know, Though it’s the Fm only one I really know – so, well, E you know And yet as D time goes on and on, slips left or Fm right side up or down I fear I E feel even my own ink quickly D draining Out with it E then! Before my pen is sucked in D old age white and thin I scrawl for Fm sins and salva E tions, reflections D fading And though it’s E so hard to detail it is quite D simple to sum it: Bm I went to bed brass and I D woke up a trumpet. [hold, still] And I’m playing A God now, tumbling dice I’m thinking D once, not A twice I’m thinking D big, not A nice, nece E ssarily. I’ve got a D plan, but it’s my A own. I’m sick of D death and flesh and A bone. I’m thinking D all you people, A all of you, are just E scaring me. So here I D go, I boot the F#m road, I smash the D gravel under F#m toe I turn the D moon around and F#m show the sun a E thing or two I’m dodging D God, I’m made to E move, A hungry D hound dog’s twitching A tooth, I’m rear D ranging battle A maps they drew at E Waterloo! I am no D Father’s fool Claim E no vessel nor tool At best mu D tiny’s crew Itself a E jab at Zeus What was I F#m telling you?... What was I D telling you?... What was I E telling you?... [instrumental on E drone?] Ah, yes! So A waking as a yawp, my bonnet Em bee’d, shook soda D popped, blinking a F#m round about the kingdom in whose E reign I’d been dropped off I coughed and D sputtered to a start, turned twice the F#m crank nailed to my heart I felt I E feared birds’ dream of clouds go sickly D bleeding Shakedustoff, E wings! These prisoners’ rings, encrusted D diamond death of E things Fly, sing, pro F#m mote notes towards the E throats of landlords D deeding Cause: As its E whipping accomplicewind stretchedgrowing D skin strengthened and stiffened, I saw the Bm sun is not chicken, it’s in D different so I’m pitting A God against these eyes I’m thinking D heaven’s not so A high And mighty, D thinking flight, not A fight, but are you E feeling me? All these de D sires fester un A told. mad master’s D piece we’d pluck to A mold I’m thinking D this is me, and A that is me, but what is E really me? So sound the D bells, and fig the F#m trees, My breath is D bigger than the F#m breeze I wrap the D wind into a F#m seed and sow it E deep in, too I’m mocking D God a mimic E king, I care no D more for her or A him Tecumseh, D time to wind that A train back to Tip E pecanoe! Head beaten D red and blue Come killing E two by two They put the D fear in you There’s nothing E left to prove They tried to F#m take our birth If lost, re E turn to earth. If lost, re D turn to earth. If lost, re(A, let ring)turn-t’thee-earth. [instrumental fade out on A riff?]

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