Jakob Dylan - Everybodys Hurting
Capo 4th
Esus 020200
E7 020100
Am walk up C
Been walking the dirt floor, my eyes are open Lord
Where did [F]you go, have we just [Esus]left you bor[E7]ed?
[Am]On down this unholy[C] well we rolled
Stirring [F]barrels in hell[Esus] to be warm [E7]
It's further [F]back down than the [C]high ground
Ain't milk and [G]honey, we're mov[C]in' round
Only [F]one thing is [C]certain
That's [G]everybody
Everybody's [Am]hurting
Am walk up C
We come from the country where the rain follows plow
And the e[F]venings are cold enou[Esus]gh to pluck [E7]your feathers out
[Am]We hear your engine[C]s roaring deep and lo[F]ud
As we work the mules on th[Esus]is bludgeone[E7]d ground
We've [F]hunted these hills [C]dry
We've long out[G]lasted the winte[C]r and our last wood pile
Only [F]one thing is [C]certain
That's [G]everybody
Everybody's [Am]hurting
[F]Through rolling acres of [F]boneyards we drift
Our [C]spirits' been broken been [C]splintered to bits
[F]Faith is believing what you see[F] ain't so
[Esus]My sweetheart we've got to learn to live wit[E7]h these ghosts
[Esus]They can't leave; w[E7]e can't
[F]go..[C]....[G]....[C]..
[F] [C] [G] [Am]
We'd sell this valley if we could go north
Where the sun sets dripping buckets of gold
Through snow topped thunderheads and rows of wind clouds
Coming down this mountain how sweet salvation sounds
With our hands out like lowly pilgrims
As the old men death salute the young ones in
Already know what we're just learning
That's everybody
Everybody's hurting
Capo 4th
Esus 020200
E7 020100
Am walk up C
Been walking the dirt floor, my eyes are open Lord
Where did [F]you go, have we just [Esus]left you bor[E7]ed?
[Am]On down this unholy[C] well we rolled
Stirring [F]barrels in hell[Esus] to be warm [E7]
It's further [F]back down than the [C]high ground
Ain't milk and [G]honey, we're mov[C]in' round
Only [F]one thing is [C]certain
That's [G]everybody
Everybody's [Am]hurting
Am walk up C
We come from the country where the rain follows plow
And the e[F]venings are cold enou[Esus]gh to pluck [E7]your feathers out
[Am]We hear your engine[C]s roaring deep and lo[F]ud
As we work the mules on th[Esus]is bludgeone[E7]d ground
We've [F]hunted these hills [C]dry
We've long out[G]lasted the winte[C]r and our last wood pile
Only [F]one thing is [C]certain
That's [G]everybody
Everybody's [Am]hurting
[F]Through rolling acres of [F]boneyards we drift
Our [C]spirits' been broken been [C]splintered to bits
[F]Faith is believing what you see[F] ain't so
[Esus]My sweetheart we've got to learn to live wit[E7]h these ghosts
[Esus]They can't leave; w[E7]e can't
[F]go..[C]....[G]....[C]..
[F] [C] [G] [Am]
We'd sell this valley if we could go north
Where the sun sets dripping buckets of gold
Through snow topped thunderheads and rows of wind clouds
Coming down this mountain how sweet salvation sounds
With our hands out like lowly pilgrims
As the old men death salute the young ones in
Already know what we're just learning
That's everybody
Everybody's hurting
