The Devil In My Bloodstream taby ukulele według The Wonder Years

D
We wiped out all the Buffalo
                            Bm
Around the turn of the last century,
            G
And so it's factories and sawgrass,
                                 A
Wheat fields and asphalt laid in front of me.
                         D
The Midwest feels like a hollow place
                             Bm
That we filled with love and industry.
          G
And we're staring at the frozen ground in Goodwill suits,
A
Silent as the pastor reads the eulogy.


Prechorus(play chords arpegiated):
     D          A           Bm     A      G
Well I wanted to see just a little bit of everything.
           A
Let me be.

Chorus:             D        G
Two blackbirds on a highway sign
                Bm                A
Are laughing at me at four in the morning.
                         D      G
They played the war drum out of time
           Bm                   A   
So I'm not sure where I've been marching.
                Bm               D
I wanna be strong,
             G
But it's not easy anymore.
               D            A  G
I'm hoping I'm wrong.


Verse 2:
                   D
It's sixteen hours straight to home
                        Bm
From the heart of North Missouri,
         G
And so I searched through my great-grandpop's memoirs
                    A
For the devil in my bloodstream.
                       D
Depression grabbed his throat
                               Bm
And choked the life out of him slowly.
             G
I've got the same blood coursing through my veins
                       A
And it'll come for me eventually.

Prechorus 2:
                       D
I bet I'd be a fucking coward.
                         Bm
I bet I'd never have the guts for war,
       G
'Cause I can't spend another month away from here.
      A
These frantic rest stop phone calls don't get answered anymore.
    D              A               Bm     A    G
But I, I wanted to know if I could please come home.
               A
So let me know.

                    D        G
Two blackbirds on a highway sign
                Bm                A
Are laughing at me at four in the morning.
                         D      G
They played the war drum out of time
       Bm                       A   
So I'm not sure where I've been marching.
               Bm               D
I wanna be strong,
             G
But it's not easy anymore.
               D            A  G
I'm hoping I'm wrong.
(palm muted G powerchord)
I'm hoping I'm wrong.

Bridge:
D                        A
I know how it feels to be
    G
At war with a world

That never loved me.

D                        A
I know how it feels to be
    G
At war with a world

That never loved me.

Chorus 3:
                    D        G
Two blackbirds on a highway sign
                Bm                A
Are laughing at me at four in the morning.
                         D      G
They played the war drum out of time
       Bm                       A   
So I'm not sure where I've been marching.
           Bm     D     G
I wanna be strong.
             D      A
I wanna be strong
             G
But it's not easy anymore.