The Rifle keyboard

The Rifle

• Am7

Alela Diane - The Rifle

Capo 2
Am7 :  002010
C   :  032010
C/B :  020010
Em  :  022000

Picking Intro & verse :

  C   C/B Am7 Am7

Intro :
  C   C/B Am7 Am7   x2

           C               C/B        Am7     Am7
I've been knockin' on that door in my sleep
       C     C/B        Am7     Am7
Fighting the fireplace glow
      C          C/B        Am7     Am7
Knockin' on that door in my sleep
       C     C/B        Am7     Am7
Fighting the fireplace glow
 Am7     Am7
To keep me away

   Am7 Am7  G    G    G    G

 Am7     Am7         G     G     G    G 
To keep me away from home

Picking chorus :
       C      Em     C      Em

   C           Em               C                 Em 
Papa, get the rifle from its place above the French doors!
        C            Em 
They're comin' from the woods!
           C            Em 
Oh! They're comin' from the woods!
     C            Em 
And mama you're running too
     C            Em 
Oh! My mama, you're running too
  C            Em 
Mama you're running too
      C            Em 
Oh! My mama, you're running too
   C           Em               C                 Em 
Brother, I'm so sorry that you watched the paintings burn


          C       C/B      Am7     Am7
I've been holding onto the gold
             C         C/B    Am7     Am7
When letting go would free my hand
              C        C/B          Am7     Am7
And I've been tying your tongue in a knot
              C        C/B          Am7     Am7
Oh! I've been tying your tongue in a knot
    Am7     Am7
To wrap this death
    Am7     Am7         G     G     G    G 
To wrap this death in a sheet


   C           Em               C                 Em 
Papa, get the rifle from its place above the French doors!
        C            Em 
They're comin' from the woods!
           C            Em 
Oh! They're comin' from the woods!
     C            Em 
And mama you're running too
     C            Em 
Oh! My mama, you're running too
  C            Em 
Mama you're running too
      C            Em 
Oh! My mama, you're running too
   C           Em               C                 Em 
Brother, I'm so sorry that you watched the paintings burn


      C     C/B      Am7     Am7           C     C/B      Am7     Am7
And I can't hide the dirty paths down that carpet anymore
        C     C/B      Am7     Am7            C     C/B     Am7     Am7
No, no, I can't hide the dirty paths down that carpet anymore
            C   C/B      Am7     Am7
There were too many heavy boots
            C   C/B      Am7     Am7
There were too many heavy boots
            C   C/B      Am7     Am7
There were too many heavy boots
            C   C/B      Am7     Am7
There were too many big black boots
            C   C/B      Am7     Am7
And there were too many little brown shoes
    Am7     Am7         G     G     G    G 
Marching through


        C      C/B       Am7     Am7
So I'm counting it to the sky
        C      C/B       Am7     Am7
Oh! I'm counting it to the sky
        C      C/B       Am7     Am7
I'm counting it to the sky
        C      C/B       Am7     Am7
Oh! I'm counting it to the sky
  Am7     Am7   Am7     Am7
Moving back, oh I'm
    Am7     Am7                 G (strum)
Moving back to face the lack of home   

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