W.H.Y. - The Hollows 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
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
2
3
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2
1
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
3
2
1
2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
X
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
1
1
1

12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
2

B

variations
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
1
6 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
4
4
4
X
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
X
3
4
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
8 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3

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

7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
X
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2
1
         
         
         
         
         
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
No chord
    
Standard guitar tuning:
E
A
D
G
B
E
No capo

C

Most the song is: Dm B Gm Dm As I lay me down to fall asleep with my demons dying and my pilot light weak, I curse the last six months I've been hiding behind a mustache, yeah. And to those last 10 years I've been howling a paper moon. Well fuck you. This goes out to all my underdone and undertongued, long longed frontment. And all us earth growths, some planted, And some pulled Shut up and put your money where your mouth is.) You shine a flashlight in a hat box and spin, an empty oyster shell, and celebrate the hollows. This goes out to dirty dancing, cursing, back masking, back slitting pastor's kids. AFnd all us earth growths, some planted, And some pulled. Nobody finds god and then goes to prison.) This next part is: Gm B Dm Gm In Berlin GmI saw two mBen fuck in the dark Dmcorner of a basketball court. Gm JusDmt a slight jingle Gmof pocket change pulsing. In the toGmurist park I lost 50 eurBos to a guy witDmh the walnut shells Gm and the marble. it rDmeally pissed me off so ewGmw, I thought I'd go bacDmk to get my money, but alGml my homies warned me, "oh Dmno, those gypsies probably got Gmknives." Then strum a d note a couple of times if its dropped it sounds the best This goes out to all my under brewed, double duped, two time truthfuls. (Stop thinking a phone call or text is too complicated.) And all us earth growths, some planted, And some pulled. I got them shaky gums and a couple of loose tooths. Now tell me what should I do? My God, the clock's always stuck tellin' 11:11, at 3:32. This goes out to all to my under done, under tongued blung wunged frontmen. And all us earth growths, some planted, and some pulled This goes out to my under tongued, over done, long longed frontmen. And all us earth growths doin' the croak like it ain't no joke. In a crowded room projected debonair aloof impermanance he shrouded loosely in a heavy air of indeterminates.

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