intro:
"C" "D"
(B)----5-------7--------5------5------5------------7----8---10----10----10-s-12
(G)------5--------5--------5------5--------5---------7----7----7-----7--------
(D)-xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
(A)-3------3---------3-------3-------3--------3-s-5----5-----5---5-----5------
{of course repeat, end on "C" chord}
{riff}
(B)-7--7--7--5--5--x--x--5--x--x--5--5--s--7--7--x--x--
(G)-5--5--5--5--5--7--7--5--7--7--5--5--s--7--7--9--7--9--7....
(D)-5--5--5--x--x--5--5--5--5--5--5--5--s--7--7--7--7--9--7.....
{hang on those last 2 notes}
{repeat riff as necessary or play chords over verse}
C D
Burn bright through the night, two pockets lead the way
C D
To doors to go between the wall was raised today
C D
To doors remain before your others and your own
C D
Keep these books well stocked away and take your happy home.
G5 Gsus4 G Gsus4 D
My carpenter's out and running about, talking to the street
{same as before}
My pockets are out and running about
Barking in the street to tell what I have hidden there
Burn bright through the night, two pockets lead the way
Two doors to go between the wall was raised today
Raise the walls and shout its flaws, a carpenter should rest
So that when you tire of one side the other serves you best
My carpenter's out and running about, talking to the street
My pockets are out and running about
Barking in the street to tell what I have hidden there
{somewhere around her, there's that little break "Listen to the holler..."
chords are: F Fsus4 C D
The hills ringing hear the words in time
Listen to the holler, listen to my walls within my tongue
Can't you see you made my ears go tin?
the air quicken tension building inference suddenly
Life and how to live it
Raise the walls and shout its flaws, a carpenter should rest
So that when you tire of one side the other serves you best
Read about the wisdom lost, a knock, a knock, a knock
A secret knock one hammer's locked the other wisdom lost
My carpenter's out and running about, talking to the street
My pockets are out and running about
Barking in the street to tell what I have hidden there
My carpenter's out and running about, barking in the, listen to the holler
My pockets are out and running about
Barking in the street to tell what I have hidden there
Listen, listen to the holler,
If I write a book it will be called "Life and How to Live It"
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