C F
Who do you think would even show up at the funeral day?
C G/B Am F
Staring six feet down, that's my hallowed ground
C F
Just a bed of dirt and bones, that's where I'll lay
C G/B Am G
Words carved like a poem into some cheap headstone
Dm G
And who's so lucky
C G/B Am G
but to have a few dear souls tried and true?
Dm G C
And could you even hear the brassy sounds
G/B Am G F
of those last bells crying out?
C G/B
I'm just a dark horse
Am
with a pale heart
F
on a cold night
C
for a long walk
G/B
Just a dead flame
Am
fuck the old game
G
lay me down now
Am G F G Am G F
I've got a new naaaaaaame
C F
Would anyone show up with a few last words to say?
C G/B Am F
And toast my final hour, at least piss on my grave?
C F
Maybe there's a sad song that a lonely trumpet could play
C G/B Am G
The tune could flutter on into an evening sun
Dm G
And who's so lucky
C G/B Am G
but to have a few dear souls tried and true?
Dm G C
There won't be a Chorus from a crowd
G/B Am G F
just the crickets chirping loud...
C G/B
I'm just a dark horse
Am
with a pale heart
F
on a cold night
C
for a long walk
G/B
Just a dead flame
Am
fuck the old game
G
lay me down now
Am G F
I've got a new naaaaaaame
Am G/B C G F
Am G/B C G F
Dm G C G/B Am G (quick transition to next set of chords)
Dm G C G/B Am G F G C