Chords
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E: 0 2 2 1 0 0
A: x 0 2 2 2 0
B: x 2 4 4 4 2
A(XII): x x 14 14 14 x
[Intro]
E
[Verse]
E
In the shit house, a shotgun
Praying hands hold me down
Only the hunter was hunted
In this tin can town, tin can town
No stars in the black night
Looks like the sky fall down
No sun in the daylight
Looks like it's chained to the ground, chained to the ground.
[Chorus]
E
The warden said,
A
"The exit is sold,"
B E
If you want a way out
E A E A(XII) E A(XII) E A(XII) E
Silver and gold.
E A E
Broken back to the ceiling
A(XII) E
Broken nose to the floor
A E
I scream at the sounds, it's coming
A(XII) E
Crawls under the door
A E
There's a rope around my neck and there's a
A(XII) E
Trigger in your gun
A E
Jesus say something!
A(XII) E
I am someone! I am someone!
A E A(XII)
I am someone!
E A
Captains and kings in the slave ships hold
B E
They came to collect
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
[Guitar solo]
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B-|-12-------12-------12-------12/14-14-------14-------14-------14/1512------
G-|----12-------12-------12----12-14----14-------14-------14----14-15-12------
D-|-------12-------12-------12-------------14-------14-------14---------------
A-|---------------------------------------------------------------------------
E-|---------------------------------------------------------------------------
e-|---------------------------------------------------------------------------
B-|-12-------12-------12-------12/14-14-------14-------14-------14/1512-12---
G-|----12-------12-------12----12-14----14-------14-------14----14-15-12-12---
D-|-------12-------12-------12-------------14-------14-------14---------------
A-|---------------------------------------------------------------------------
E-|---------------------------------------------------------------------------
E
Seen them coming and going
Seen them captains and the kings
Seen them navy blue uniforms
A(XII) E A(XII) E A E
Seen them bright and shiny things, bright shiny things, yeah!
A(XII) E
The temperature is rising
A E
The fever white hot
A(XII) E
Mister I ain't got nothing But it's
A E
More than you've got
A(XII) E
Chains no longer bind me
A E
Nor the shackles at my feet
A(XII) E
Outside are the prisoners
A E
Inside the free, set them free
A(XII) E A
Set them free
E A
A prize fighter in a corner is told
B E
Hit where it hurts -- silver and gold
Silver and gold.
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