Three Fingers In

[Riff]
   (G)         (Am)         (Em)        
E|--3--3--3--3--0--0--0--0---0--0-
B|--3--3--3-----1--1--1--0---0--0-
G|--0--0--0-----2--2--2--2---0--0-
D|--0--0--0-----2--2--2--2---2--2-
A|--2--2--2-----0--0--0--0---2--2-
E|--3--3--3-----0--0--0--0---0--0-
   (C)
E|-0--0---0--0---0--0--| 
B|-0--0---1--1---1--1--| 
G|-0--0---0--0---0--0--| 
D|-2--2---2--0h2-2--0--| 
A|-2--2---3--3---3--3--| 
E|-0--0----------------| 


[Intro]
G Am Em C  (x2)


[Verse 1]
                     G           
Well it would take a mountain of 
Am     Em      C
men to move me
                    G            
And that would be a long way from 
     Am           Em    C
the way that you spoke in your head 
so clearly
G                      Am  Em    
without break or breath or words 
  C
redefining
      G           Am            
I was stuck on my pride and the 
Em           C                    
skin and the sinking it in and you
 G                  Am
 told me "Wipe your brow,
         Em           C           
clean me off, give me time to 
      G     Am    Em    C
figure it out."


[Instrumental]
G Am Em C G


[Chorus]
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     Am                 Em    C  
Some songs we could sing  and 
           G
never mean it
     Am                Em        
Some songs leave a ring  and you 
C                     G
hate the few who were bold
     Am                Em    C   
Some burn up the sleeve  and 
             G        Am  Em  C
drive too far to remember


[Instrumental]
G Am Em C


[Verse 2]
              G           Am      
well I wasn't lost, I was here. I 
    Em            C
was three fingers in
          G                Am     
I was the junkyard and the bumper 
        Em          C
for the few feeling left
          G                 Am    
I was the cold nail and the ice on
     Em            C              
 the sheets of the trenched and 
              G  Am  Em  C
the soaking wet

                 G           Am   
Well it'd be the bit and the reins
      Em                        
 that broke all the teeth in the 
 C
mouth
                G           Am    
and it'd be the whip on the 
           Em                C    
foreskin for the few that had some
   G      Am  Em  C  G
 left to spare


[Chorus]
     Am                 Em    C  
Some songs we could sing  and 
           G
never mean it
     Am                Em        
Some songs leave a ring  and you 
C                    G
hate the few who are bold
     Am                Em    C   
Some burn up the sleeve  and 
             G        Am  Em  C
drive too far to remember


[Instrumental]
G Am Em C
G Am Em C


[Otro]
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