The Devil in My Bloodstream The Wonder Years
<i></i>This is my first tab/chord, the other ones on here didn't sound right so I made my own.
It's a half step down, like most of The Wonder Years songs.
Verse:
We wiped out all the B[D]uffalo
Around the turn of the last [Bm]century,
And so it's [G]factories and sawgrass,
Wheat fields and asphalt laid in [A]front of me.
The Midwest feels like a [D]hollow place
That we filled with love and [Bm]industry.
And we're [G]staring at the frozen ground in Goodwill suits,
[A]Silent as the pastor reads the eulogy.
Prechorus(play chords arpegiated):
Well [D]I wanted to[A] see just a [Bm]little [A]bit of [G]everything.
Let me be.[A]
Chorus: D G
Two blackbirds on a highway sign
Are laughing at [Bm]me at four in the [A]morning.
They played the war drum [D]out of [G]time
So I'm not [Bm]sure where I've been [A]marching.
I wanna be stron[Bm]g,[D]
But it's not [G]easy anymore.
I'm hoping I'm [D]wrong.[A] [G]
Verse 2:
It's sixteen hours [D]straight to home
[Bm]
And so I [G]searched through my great-grandpop's memoirs
For the devil in my [A]bloodstream.
Depression grabbed his [D]throat
And choked the life out of him [Bm]slowly.
I've got the [G]same blood coursing through my veins
And it'll come for me e[A]ventually.
Prechorus 2:
I bet I'd be a f**king [D]coward.
I bet I'd never have the [Bm]guts for war,
'Cause [G]I can't spend another month away from here.
These [A]frantic rest stop phone calls don't get answered anymore.
But [D]I, I wanted to [A]know if I could [Bm]please [A]come [G]home.
So let me know.[A]
Two blackbirds on a [D]highway s[G]ign
Are laughing at [Bm]me at four in the [A]morning.
They played the war drum [D]out of [G]time
So I'm [Bm]not sure where I've been [A]marching.
I wanna be stro[Bm]ng,[D]
But it's not [G]easy anymore.
I'm hoping I'm [D]wrong.[A] [G]
(palm muted G powerchord)
I'm hoping I'm wrong.
Bridge:
[D]I know how it feels to be[A]
At w[G]ar with a world
That never loved me.
[D]I know how it feels to be[A]
At w[G]ar with a world
That never loved me.
Chorus 3:
Two blackbirds on a [D]highway s[G]ign
Are laughing at [Bm]me at four in the [A]morning.
They played the war drum [D]out of [G]time
So I'm [Bm]not sure where I've been [A]marching.
I wanna be [Bm]strong.[D] [G]
I wanna be st[D]rong[A]
But it's not [G]easy anymore.
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