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Аккорды к песне ​The Mechanisms — Blood and Whiskey

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[Verse 1]: 
     Dm              Am 
Oh my loves, raise a glass to  
         F      Am 
those we leave behind 
       C      Am            C 
We may end up dead, with a bullet 
        Am 
in the head 
  Dm               F 
But if we’re not returning from  
    Am         Dm 
this damn fool quest 
       F 
Then tonight let's drown our  
B                 Am Dm 
sorrows down with whiskey 
Dm             Am 
Lancelot, you’re a fool to drink  
    F      Am 
your bottle dry 
        C          Am 
Whiskey kills your fear, and  
       C              Am 
you'll want keep that near 
        Dm                  F 
‘Cause I don’t know what is out  
             Am        Dm 
there but we need that GRAIL 
     F                   B 
And I love you, but you stink to  
       Am Dm 
hell of whiskey 
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[Verse 3] 
           Dm 
Drain your glass, strap your  
Am             F        Am 
piece, for my loves, we ride 
     C         Am          C 
Empty miles of steel fall away  
            Am 
beneath our wheels 
     Dm                F 
As we leave a trail of bodies of  
   Am           Dm 
the folks we’ve slain 
        F 
And the camps we raid for  
B            Am Dm 
gasoline and whiskey 
Dm             Am       Dm 
Maybe it’s the heat, or maybe  
         F 
it’s the pain 
     F                Am 
But I can’t shake the feeling  
          F            Am 
we’re not coming back again 
          Dm       F 
We’re not pure of heart, but  
     Am      Dm 
we’re sure of aim 
         F                B 
And our heads are full of love  
              Dm Am 
and blood and whiskey 
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[Verse 4] 
(slower) 
          Dm             Am 
There’s a dream that I've had as  
  F         Am 
we ride out west 
    C       Am            C 
Of a golden age and this world’s  
               Am 
wrongs all redressed, 
     Dm 
But I wake to find there’s  
F                Am 
nothing here but fear and  
Dm 
death 
       F                    B 
And between the two there’s only  
          Am Dm 
blood and whiskey 
Dm                  Am 
Quit your whinging, Arthur, or  
    Dm            F 
your wounds won’t heal 
        F 
And the vultures that are  
Am            F 
circling will get their  
Am 
meal; 
       Dm             F 
We can mourn our dead later until 
Am          Dm 
then don’t feel 
     F                     B 
Just clean the wounds with bloody 
          Am Dm 
rags and whiskey  

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