Dylan Thomas Days Cifras

[Intro]
D  A  G6 (x4)
 
[Verse 1]
 
 
D       A        G6              D         A     G6
        Treetops spinning at the outskirts of my vision
       D         A    G6              D     A     G6
In the back yard of a stranger on the edges of my mind
D       A    G6             D     A     G6
       I lay broken with my belly up to heaven, I guess
 D       A         G6             D         A         G6
Drinking hard for seven days will turn your blue eyes blind, I...
 
 
C
  Held that tragic destiny
G
  Like a puppet on my knee
A
  Blurred the line 'tween him and me
    G              D
And nearly lost my soul
 
 
C
   'till I realized I could
G
    Get that puppet, get him good
   A
I used that doll for kindling wood
   Em7              A
To warm me from the cold
 
 
[Chorus]
       D     A      G        A       D   A  G  A
Oh, my Dylan Thomas days are finally over
        D        A         G     A          D   A   G   A
I'm through with all those self-destructive ways
             D       A     G        A         D   A   G   A
And though I ain't exactly clean at least I'm sober
   G                 A            D   A   G
I made it through my Dylan Thomas days
 
[Instr]
D   A   G
 
 
[Verse 2]
 
D   A         G6            D      A       G6
    Lord have mercy, it's a sunny, Sunday morning
      D      A    G6               D       A   G6
And I am not in a coma and there's nothing I regret
  D      A      G                D        A       G6
I did not wake up thirsty to the sound of my own snoring
       D       A      G6       D      A     G6
And the not so faint aroma of tequila on my breath
 
 
C
  What a concept, can it be?
  G
I feel a little like Dorothy
     A
When she woke up and found that she
    G               D
Was safe in her own bed
 
 
C
   But oh, that nightmare sure seemed true
G
You were there and you were, too
  A
I don't know how I made it through
        Em              A
Thought sure I'd end up dead
 
 
[Chorus]
       D     A      G        A       D   A  G  A
Oh, my Dylan Thomas days are finally over
        D        A         G     A          D   A   G   A
I'm through with all those self-destructive ways
             D       A     G        A         D   A   G   A
And though I ain't exactly clean at least I'm sober
   G                 A            Em
I made it through my Dylan Thomas days
 
 
             A                    Em
God rest his soul, and his broken heart
                   A                    Em
"Time has ticked a heaven 'round the stars."
              A                 Em
Watch over me now, wherever you are
                  A                             D    A   G
Probably drinking whiskey in the Sweet Hereafter Bar
    D  A   G
Yeeaahh!!
 
 
[Instr]
D   A   G   x2
 
 
C
There's angels in the atmosphere
G
Crying sympathetic tears
   A
To wash away our doubts and fears
    G              D
And help us on our way
 
 
C
I used to run from their concern, I...
G
Light the bridge and watch it burn
  A
I took a while, at last I learned
     Em7            A
That ain't the only way...
 
 
[Chorus]
       D     A      G        A       D   A  G  A
Oh, my Dylan Thomas days are finally over
        D        A         G     A          D   A   G   A
I'm through with all those self-destructive ways
             D       A     G        A         D   A   G   A
And though I ain't exactly clean at least I'm sober
   G                 A            D   A   G   A
I made it through my Dylan Thomas days
   G                 A            D   A   G
I made it through my Dylan Thomas days
    D   A   G                 D       A     G
Yeeaaahhh.....my Dylan Thomas days are over
           D   A    G
Yeah, yeah, yeah!!
 
 
[Outro]
D      G
D      G
D      G
D      G
 
(fade out)
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