Fingers To The Bone

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G|------0-------0-|------0--------
D|----2-------0---|----2-------0--
A|----------------|---------------
E|0-------3-------| 0-------3-----

E|-|      
B|-|      
G|-|      
D|-| (3x) 
A|-|      
E|-|      


 Em      G6       Emadd4  G7M
E|------------0---|---------------
B|----0---3-------| 0-------------
G|------0---0-----|----2---0------
D|----2-------0---|----2-------4--
A|----------------|------------2--
E|0-------3-------| 0-------3-----

                Em
I’ve worked my fingers to the bone
                Em
not a pretty little penny have I got
 to show
                Em
I ain’t looking for much
just a little bit of rest by the 
             B
side of the road
           Em
I lift my voice to the forces above
              A
the Lords of labor and the Goddess 
of love
                Em         B
ain’t I been a good, hard working

( Em  F#7(11)  G6  Em )
( Em  F#7(11)  G6  Em )

         Em        F#7(11)
then the sky turns black
        G6                     
and it cracks with a thundering 
  Em
voice
                 Em             
work is what you are when you’re 
                F#7(11)
breathing in and out
                G6                 
til your final breath falls to the 
 Em
floor

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Em                  A
so swing down that sledgehammer 
through the wood
                            Em
a little test of mind over flesh 
oughtta do you good

get up off the ground
             A
you can lay down when the day is 
done
            B
and on the seventh day

you can lay in the morning sun

                  Em
I want to make my home on a mountain
 high
                  Em
just me and my lover and the big old
 sky
                  Em
I ain’t asking for much
just a little bit of rest before the
             B
 day that I die

           Em
I lift my voice to the forces above
              A
the Lords of labor and the Goddess 
of love
                Em         B
ain’t I been a good, hard working

faithful servant and son

( Em  F#7(11)  G6  Em )
( Em  F#7(11)  G6  Em )

         Em        F#7(11)
then the sky turns black
        G6                     
and it cracks with a thundering 
  Em
voice
                 Em             
work is what you are when you’re 
                F#7(11)
breathing in and out
                G6                 
til your final breath falls to the 
 Em
floor

Em                  A
so swing down that sledgehammer 
through the wood
                            Em
a little test of mind over flesh 
oughtta do you good

get up off the ground
             A
you can lay down when the day is 
done
            B
and on the seventh day
                           Em
you can lay in the morning sun