Cifras
Blood And Bone

Tom: D

Introdução:

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Dm  
Men are made From blood and bone
                C                                      Dm  
Like metals made from dust
Am  
Men are bound to die alone
             G                                            Dm  
Like metals bound to rust
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Dm                            C                                            Dm  
Late, late, late night on the hill
                Am                                                                    G                                 Dm  
The poet came a knocking on the shamans window sill
Dm                                                              C                    Dm  
Help me my words don't visit anymore
                Am                                                              G                                              Dm  
The shaman he laughed picked a mouse up from the floor
                Dm                                                                      C                                    Dm  
They sat there in the dark whilst a mooty was prepared
                             Am                                                         G                              Dm  
From the blood of the mouse and an eagles head
Dm                                                                                            C                      Dm  
Drink this said the shaman, it will calm you mind
                  Am                                                                                                         G                                      Dm  
I promise the words will flow from you like the rain from the sky
                  Dm                                                            C                            Dm  
So the poet he drank, till the glass was bare
                Am                                                      G                                 Dm  
While outside a nightingale sang in the air
  Dm                                                                                 C                                    Dm  
Thank you said the poet, may the gods bless your soul
          Am                                                                              G                                      Dm  
He shook the old mans hand, walked out into the cold
Dm                                                                            C                                      Dm  
Early the next morning as the sun began to rise
        Am                                                              G                                      Dm  
Screams rang out across the old diamond mines
          Dm                                              C                    Dm  
My lover, My lover, My lover is dead
Am                                                              G                              Dm  
Next to his wife lay the poet In his bed
Dm  
Men are made From blood and bone
                C                                      Dm  
Like metals made from dust
Am  
Men are bound to die alone
             G                                            Dm  
Like metals bound to rust
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Dm                                                                                         C                                 Dm  
After many years past and gone and many tears cried
                Am                                                                 G                                    Dm  
Still no one could console the poor old poets bride
Dm                                                                         C                              Dm  
For in this life or the next still she implored
                Am                                                                    G                                            Dm  
That one of these days she would see her love once more
             Dm                                                                                 C                                    Dm  
Then one day in the winter while the famines took a hold
Am                                                            G                                         Dm  
Into a tavern walked a stranger from the cold
                                Dm                                                                      C                                    Dm  
Said I'm looking for my lover I've been away for many years
             Am                                    G                                              Dm  
The poets widow was summoned from her tears
                        Dm                                                            C                                 Dm  
If it's you said the widow then where have you been
                Am                                                                         G                                      Dm  
The demons said the stranger they took me from my sleep
                     Dm                                                      C                                            Dm  
They locked me in a cave put nails through my skull
             Am                                                                    G                                      Dm  
I escaped with the help of this lonesome nightingale
                     Dm                                                         C                                 Dm  
If it's you said the widow then spin me a line
             Am                                                                                      G                                      Dm  
The stranger cleared his throat looked deep into her eyes
             Dm  
Said men are made From blood and bone
                C                                      Dm  
Like metals made from dust
Am  
Men are bound to die alone
             G                                            Dm  
Like metals bound to rust
                Dm                                                    C                                 Dm  
They drank and they danced late into the night
                        Am                                      G                                    Dm  
But the poets father was not so satisfied
                Dm                                                              C                                 Dm  
Next morning the stranger was awoken with a thud
                  Am                                                    G                                    Dm  
As the police came to take samples of his blood
        Dm                                                         C                      Dm  
And as the results of the test came in
          Am                                                              G                                    Dm  
The poets father screamed I knew it wasn't him
                     Dm                                            C                                         Dm  
Well a lonely executioner sharpened his blade
                Am                                            G                              Dm  
From doing god's work a living he made
             Dm                                                                         C                                 Dm  
And just before he raised his axe up too the birds
                  Am                                                                    G                            Dm  
He asked the stranger do you have any last words
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                     Am                         G                                      Dm  
And the shaman he smiles up on the hill
                Am                              G                              Dm  
His promise to the poet was fulfilled
                        Am                      G                              Dm  
And the widow she cries to the moon
                        Am                         G                                    Dm  
And the nightingale sang her last tune
             Dm  
Said men are made From blood and bone
                C                                      Dm  
Like metals made from dust
Am  
Men are bound to die alone
             G                                            Dm  
Like metals bound to rust
Dm  
Men are made From blood and bone
                C                                      Dm  
Like metals made from dust
Am  
Men are bound to die alone
             G                                            Dm  
Like metals bound to rust