Аккорды The Mechanisms - Blood and Whiskey

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[Verse 1]:
      Dm             Am      
Oh my loves, raise a glass to 
         F      Am
those we leave behind
       C      Am            C   
We may end up dead, with a bullet
        Am
in the head
   Dm              F           
But if we’re not returning from 
     Am        Dm
this damn fool quest
       F                    
Then tonight let's drown our 
B                 Am Dm
sorrows down with whiskey
Dm             Am           
Lancelot, you’re a fool to drink 
     F     Am
your bottle dry
        C          Am       
Whiskey kills your fear, and 
       C              Am
you'll want keep that near
        Dm                  F  
‘Cause I don’t know what is out 
             Am        Dm
there but we need that GRAIL
      F                  B      
And I love you, but you stink to 
       Am Dm
hell of whiskey
e|----------------10/0-----------
B|3-333---3-333----------3-5-6--5
G|-------------------------------
D|-------------------------------
A|-------------------------------
E|-------------------------------
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-3----3-5-6--------|
---2---------------|
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e|3-1-3--8-----------------------
B|-------------------------------
G|----------5--5-7-9-10-12-9----5
D|---------------------------7---
A|-------------------------------
E|-------------------------------
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--7-777-9-10-9-10-12-------------
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e|8-6-5-5-----6-5-----------|
B|--------8-6-----8-6-------|
G|--------------------9--7--|
D|--------------------------|
A|--------------------------|
E|--------------------------|
[Verse 3]
           Dm               
Drain your glass, strap your 
Am             F        Am
piece, for my loves, we ride
      C        Am          C  
Empty miles of steel fall away 
            Am
beneath our wheels
      Dm               F        
As we leave a trail of bodies of 
    Am          Dm
the folks we’ve slain
        F                
And the camps we raid for 
B            Am Dm
gasoline and whiskey
Dm             Am       Dm   
Maybe it’s the heat, or maybe 
         F
it’s the pain
      F               Am     
But I can’t shake the feeling 
          F            Am
we’re not coming back again
          Dm       F        
We’re not pure of heart, but 
      Am     Dm
we’re sure of aim
         F                B   
And our heads are full of love 
              Dm Am
and blood and whiskey
e|10--10-8--------8-10--10-8-----
B|---------10--10------------10--
G|-------------------------------
D|-------------------------------
A|-------------------------------
E|-------------------------------
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10-8-10-----10--8--10-8-10-8-----
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9--|
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e|10--10-8----------------8-10--8
B|---------10--8--10-8-10--------
G|-------------------------------
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E|-------------------------------
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[Verse 4]
(slower)
          Dm             Am     
There’s a dream that I've had as 
   F        Am
we ride out west
     C      Am            C     
Of a golden age and this world’s 
               Am
wrongs all redressed,
      Dm                  
But I wake to find there’s 
F                Am       
nothing here but fear and 
Dm
death
       F                    B   
And between the two there’s only 
          Am Dm
blood and whiskey
Dm                  Am        
Quit your whinging, Arthur, or 
     Dm           F
your wounds won’t heal
        F                
And the vultures that are 
Am            F         
circling will get their 
Am
meal;
       Dm             F         
We can mourn our dead later until
 Am         Dm
then don’t feel
      F                    B    
Just clean the wounds with bloody
          Am Dm
rags and whiskey 
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