Passing Days

Intro Chords:  A  D     F#m A D.


F#m               A        
Smoke and cinder, steel in an 
   D
ashtray
F#m               A            D
In a dingy bar where romances are 
born
F#m               A            D
The sound of Denver seeping from the
 jukebox
A                 E            D
But no country road could ever 
           A
take us home

F#m                     A        
She speaks like raging tides 
         D
against the coastline
F#m                      A       
I'm rendered ragged by things 
         D
that she might know
F#m                       A      
The whiskey and this feeling 
          D
bring me back to better times
A         E         D
Let it go let it go let it go

A         A/G#         F#m       
Wait you remind me of someone I 
E       D
used to love
A         A/G#
Wait she revived me
F#m          E         D
But that was so long ago

A                   E           
And now the passing days on the 
F#m          D
outside feel great
A            E    D
And it never ever rains
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A           E       F#m          
The city is burning right now I'm 
 D
dying
A            E         D
It's hard to wash your hands clean
E
Of these dying days

F#m  A  D
F#m  A  D
F#m  A  D
A    E  D


F#m             A            
Sweaty palmed I swallow down my 
    D
cocktail
F#m                     A        
Like the things I feel but know I
         D
 shouldn't say
F#m            A         D
Every morning I awake to my 
reassurance
A         E         D
It's okay it's okay it's okay

A         A/G#         F#m       
Wait you remind me of someone I 
E       D
used to love
A         A/G#
Wait she revived me
F#m          E         D
But that was so long ago

A                   E           
And now the passing days on the 
F#m          D
outside feel great
A            E    D
And it never ever rains
A           E       F#m          
The city is burning right now I'm 
 D
dying
A            E         D          E
It's hard to wash your hands clean

Of these dying days


A  E  D
A  E  D
A  E  F#m D
B  E

A                   E           
Well there I go digging graves 
F#m          D
for every single pretty girl
A                   E            
Pretty soon they'll be no more 
      D
left to move
A                   E           
And I'll be filling holes with a
F#m          D
 longing in my soul
B                                 
If it's one of those things I tend
        E
 to lose

A                   E           
And now the passing days on the 
F#m          D
outside feel great
A            E    D
And it never ever rains
A           E       F#m          
The city is burning right now I'm 
 D
dying
A            E         D
It's hard to wash your hands clean