Terror In The Canyons The Wounded Master

E    - 022100
A    - x02220 / 577600 / 577655
F#m  - 244222
G#m  - 466444
B    - x24442 / 799800 / 799877


Intro - E A E A E A E


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I could be the tiger, I could be the
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 snake,
A          E          A         
I could be the fire, I could be 
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the lake,
A          E             A       
I could be the sky-bird waiting on 
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the wind,
A          E          A     
I could be the devil waiting to 
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begin.

F#m                          E
See, I was the wounded master, oh 
then I was the slave,
F#m                             E
My hands and my mouth, aw honey, 
they would not behave,
F#m                         G#m
See, I was the holy writer then I 
was the page,
A                       B
I was the bleeding actor then I was 
the stage.


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                              A    
But now you’re telling me my 
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heart’s sick,
        A             E
And I’m telling you I know,
           A                
And you’re telling me you’re 
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leaving,
        A           B
And I’m telling you to go,
And I’m not so sorry for the 
 A     E
heart-wreck,
              A             E
But for each season left unblessed,
        A             E
The new terror in the canyons,
        A            B            
The new terror in our chests.   
  A    E
Ohh wow  wow.


Instrumental - A E A E A E


A          E           A         
I could be the tether, I could be 
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the place,
A        E            A         
I could be forever or just a 
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couple days,
A        E                  A   
I could be the morning that 
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breaks upon your skin,
A         E               A     
I could be the devil and do it 
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all again.


F#m                          E
See, I was the wounded master then I
 was the slave,
F#m                            E
My hands and my mouth, aw honey, 
they was caught in a rage,
F#m                    G#m
See, I was the holy lion then I was 
the cage,
A                       B
I was the bleeding actor then I was 
the stage.


O but now you’re telling me my 
A        E
heart’s sick,
        A             E
And I’m telling you I know,
            A             E
And you’re telling me you’re 
leaving,
        A             B
And I’m telling you to go,
And I’m not so sorry for the 
A       E
heart-wreck,
              A             E
But for each season left unblessed,
        A             E
The new terror in the canyons,
        A            B            
The new terror in our chests. Ohh 
A    E
wow  wow.