Intro E A E F#m A B E Verse 1 E G#m A E Some set their heads to swimming, nothing to lose F#m A B E And drift about the good times with slippers in their boots E G#m A E Some walk the straight and narrow, only passing through. F#m A B E Trading this world over for a pair of gospel shoes Bridge E G#m A E F#m A B E Verse 2 E G#m A E Gospel shoes are laces shackled and chained F#m A B E Fitted for the poor, the runners of the race E G#m A E Now every hand is folded to the shape of a gun F#m A B E The targets ever changing but the war, it rages on Chorus C#m E So the armies march onward E B for the Mother and the Son C#m E As this world of screaming color E B its bleached in the blood. Bridge E G#m A E F#m A B E Verse 3 E G#m A E Freedom was a simple word, so reverent and true F#m A B E A long time ago it meant the right to choose E G#m A E Who you love and how to live, but now it's so misused F#m A B E And twisted by the politics of men in gospel shoes. Chorus C#m E So the armies march onward E B for the mother and the son C#m E As this world of screaming color E B is bleached in the blood. A B Our mother, she is crying E B A Her broken heart is blue A B 'cus we're too busy dying E G#m A to love just like we lose A B gone weary of the light A B shes tired of all this fighting A E in the name of gospel shoes Outro E G#m A E F#m A B E (Repeat)
