Fire next time - Carrion King

      Carrion King


[Intro]
Am      C       F       C   G   
Am      C       F       C   G   


Am                      C
From the mountains above
F               C                     G         Am
To the valley below beneath the dirt and the snow

Am      C       F       C   G   

Am                      C
Came the crashing of waves
F                                C                    G         Am
And the breaking of the bodies of the mothers and their babes

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Am              C
But i ain’t my fault 
F                               C                  G                Am
Cause i was drunk in a ditch when the world fell apart

Am      C       F       C   G   

[Refrain]
F               C
Oh, won’t you go 
                F
where they break 
                C                       G               F               G
their bread on the back of  the folks you never know 
far from the dirt and the snow

Am      C       F       C   G   

Am                   C
we can stamp our feet
F               C               G                 Am
let the carrion wings of the keep the beat

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Am                 C
or we can light a fire
F                                  C                  G             Am
but all the matches went home and the wood’s so tired

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Am              C
but it ain’t my fault
F                            C               G          Am
cause i was holding your hand when the world fell apart

Am      C       F       C   G   

[Refrain]
F               C
Oh, won’t you go 
                F
where they break 
                C                       G               F               G
their bread on the back of  the folks you never know 
far from the dirt and the snow

Am      C       F       C   G   


Am                      C
when the sun don’t come
F                   C                 G      Am
we will toil in the darkness that we have palmed

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Am              C
so make your bed
F                                       C                     G            Am
cause i’ll be chamoingat the bid i’ll be feasting on the dead

Am      C       F       C   G   

Am              C
but it ain’t my fault
F                        C                    G        Am
cause i was questioning grace when the world felt apart

Am      C       F       C   G   

[Refrain]
F               C
Oh, won’t you go 
                F
where they break 
                C                       G               F               G
their bread on the back of  the folks you never know 
far from the dirt and the snow

Am      C       F       C   G