Vagabond

[Intro] Bm

[Primera Parte]

     Bm             D
I'm a vagabond just wandering along
       A                   G
An obscure stretch of the drag
          Bm                   D
I don't sleep much at all but don't 
get me wrong

             A                    
I brought it on myself with this 
   G
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         Bm                  D
That I'm waving high, trying to keep
 boots dry
         A                      Bm
For the high ground to lay my head
          Bm                   D
And for a moment I spy when I close 
my eyes,
  A                      Bm
A picture of her face instead

[Estribillo]

        G                   A
Still I find myself in some town
            D                   
Burning the pillars of tradition 
 G
down
    G                A            
And waking up on the wrong side of
      D
 fantasy

[Segunda Parte]

      Bm            D
I'm a vagabond just wandering along
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        A             G
Passing time in reverie
        Bm                  D
I don't bet much at all but don't 
get me wrong
             A                     
I played the cards that were dealt 
   G
to me
      Bm                D
I may lose my mind from time to time
      A                 Bm
But I know I've made my bed
     Bm                         
And I admit that I've cried more 
      D
than willing to die
    A                  Bm
To wake up with her instead

[Estribillo]

        G                   A
Still I find myself in some town
            D                   
Burning the pillars of tradition 
 G
down
                     A             
And waking up on the wrong side of 
     Bm
fantasy
 G               A                
Waking up on the wrong side of you
     D
 and me

[Solo] Bm  D  A  G
       Bm  D  A  Bm

[Tercera Parte]

A                     Bm
I can't place where I lost track
          G             D
Or where I just lost my head
A                               
Give me something sharp for the 
Bm
heartstrings
       G              A
I wanna cut out of my chest
             G     Bm   A
'Cause there ain't much time
          G     Bm   A
No, there ain't much time
          G     Bm   A
No, there ain't much time
Bm    G   A
Above ground

[Estribillo]

        G                   A
Still I find myself in some town
            D                   
Burning the pillars of tradition 
 G
down
G                A          
Waking up on the wrong side of 
        Bm
fantasy
         G                    
I welcome all those wishes and 
  A
trades
            D              G
To lose the whoolgathering days
   G                A             
Of waking up on the wrong side of 
        Bm
you and me
    G                A            
Oh, waking up on the wrong side of
      Bm
 fantasy
    G                A            
I'm waking up on the wrong side of
         D
 you and me