Chord Gitar Alela Diane - The Rifle Kunci Dasar - Chords.id (Nada Dasar A#)

Intro & verse)
   D     D/C# Bm7 Bm7
e|-----------------|
B|---1---1---1---1-|
G|-0---0---0---0---|
D|--2---0---2---2--|
A|3---2---0---0----|
E|-----------------|
 
[Intro]
D     D/C# Bm7 Bm7     (x2)
 
[Verse]
            D                 D/C#          Bm7       Bm7
I've been knockin' on that door in my sleep
        D       D/C#          Bm7       Bm7
Fighting the fireplace glow
       D            D/C#          Bm7       Bm7
Knockin' on that door in my sleep
        D       D/C#          Bm7       Bm7
Fighting the fireplace glow
 Bm7       Bm7
To keep me away
 
    Bm7 Bm7    A      A      A      A
e|-----------------------------------------|
B|---1---1----0----0----0----0-------------|
G|-0---0------0----0----0----0-------------|
D|--2---2-----0----0----0----0-------------|
A|0---0------------------------------------|
E|----------3----3----3----3---------------|
 
 Bm7       Bm7           A       A       A      A
To keep me away from home
 
(Picking chorus)
        D        F#m       D        F#m
e|-----------------------------------------|
B|------1------0------1------0-------------|
G|------0------0------0------0-------------|
D|---0--2---0--2---0--2---0--2-------------|
A|-2---3--3---2--2---3--3---2--------------|
E|-----------------------------------------|
 
[Chorus]
    D             F#m                 D                   F#m
Papa, get the rifle from its place above the French doors!
         D              F#m
They're comin' from the woods!
            D              F#m
Oh! They're comin' from the woods!
      D              F#m
And mama you're running too
      D              F#m
Oh! My mama, you're running too
   D              F#m
Mama you're running too
       D              F#m
Oh! My mama, you're running too
    D             F#m                 D                   F#m
Brother, I'm so sorry that you watched the paintings burn
 
[Verse]
           D         D/C#        Bm7       Bm7
I've been holding onto the gold
              D           D/C#      Bm7       Bm7
When letting go would free my hand
               D          D/C#            Bm7       Bm7
And I've been tying your tongue in a knot
               D          D/C#            Bm7       Bm7
Oh! I've been tying your tongue in a knot
     Bm7       Bm7
To wrap this death
     Bm7       Bm7           A       A       A      A
To wrap this death in a sheet
 
[Chorus]
    D             F#m                 D                   F#m
Papa, get the rifle from its place above the French doors!
         D              F#m
They're comin' from the woods!
            D              F#m
Oh! They're comin' from the woods!
      D              F#m
And mama you're running too
      D              F#m
Oh! My mama, you're running too
   D              F#m
Mama you're running too
       D              F#m
Oh! My mama, you're running too
    D             F#m                 D                   F#m
Brother, I'm so sorry that you watched the paintings burn
 
[Verse]
       D       D/C#        Bm7       Bm7             D       D/C#        Bm7       Bm7
And I can't hide the dirty paths down that carpet anymore
         D       D/C#        Bm7       Bm7              D       D/C#       Bm7       Bm7
No, no, I can't hide the dirty paths down that carpet anymore
             D     D/C#        Bm7       Bm7
There were too many heavy boots
             D     D/C#        Bm7       Bm7
There were too many heavy boots
             D     D/C#        Bm7       Bm7
There were too many heavy boots
             D     D/C#        Bm7       Bm7
There were too many big black boots
             D     D/C#        Bm7       Bm7
And there were too many little brown shoes
     Bm7       Bm7           A       A       A      A
Marching through
 
[Outro]
         D        D/C#         Bm7       Bm7
So I'm counting it to the sky
         D        D/C#         Bm7       Bm7
Oh! I'm counting it to the sky
         D        D/C#         Bm7       Bm7
I'm counting it to the sky
         D        D/C#         Bm7       Bm7
Oh! I'm counting it to the sky
   Bm7       Bm7     Bm7       Bm7
Moving back, oh I'm
     Bm7       Bm7                   A (strum)
Moving back to face the lack of home