Forty Days by Strike
Key: AmAm | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

    


Intro
Am G x3
C E
Am G x3
C E
Am G x3
C E
Trombone Solo
F E C Am
F E Am G
F E C Dm
F E Am G
Am G
Am G Am
Verse
Am                  G
And it's been forty days
Am               G
I've tried forty ways
Am                                   G
You will never quite leave your sins behind
Am                           G
They'll haunt you, taunt you 'til the day you die
Am                    G
You will never really go
Am                              G
You'll just think about it much but you'll need to know 
Am                  G
How the story ends, so you'll sit around, 
Am                     G
Even though you should just go
Am                G
Tell your friends what you have heard, 
Am                     G
Show them all the lies unlearned
                    Am                                      G
And when you really go, you will really know you were never meant for earth
Am 
What's it worth?
G                          Am                   G
If we're going to break it down with any logic, it's absurd
Am      C       G
Trombone Solo
Am      G       Am        G
Am      G       Am
Chorus
F       E      C           Am
And no matter where we go, we are not alone
F                E                 Am   G
When the silence turns to cries of "Wh---y?"
F             E         C       Dm
What a way to begin: we inherit sin
F                     E                           Am 
And nobody's going to quench your thirst when the well runs dry 
G          Am
(Well runs dry)
G                               Am          G        Am
And nobody's going to hold your hand on the day you die
Horn Breakdown
Am    G     Am     
G     Am    G
 
C     E
Verse
Am          G            Am           G
I've tasted seven sins, so they won't let me in
Am                   G                Am          G
I knock knock knock until my knuckles are bruised and raw
Am                  G             Am             G
Stuck in the middle with my blood in a puddle on the floor
Am      G         Am     G
We made our beds, we'll judge ourselves
Am                      G                 Am           G
And only then and there will we disappear to our final resting place
Am     G
What a waste!
Am                    G
So many decent people at the gates
Am      C       G
Trombone Solo
Am      G       Am        G
Am      G       Am
Chorus
F       E      C           Am
And no matter where we go, we are not alone
F                E                 Am   G
When the silence turns to cries of "Wh---y?"
F             E         C       Dm
What a way to begin: we inherit sin
F                     E                           Am 
And nobody's going to quench your thirst when the well runs dry 
G          Am
(Well runs dry)
G                               Am          G        Am
And nobody's going to hold your hand on the day you die
Guitar Solo
Am   G    Am    G
Am   G    C     E  
Am   G    Am    G
Am   G    C     E  
Am   G    Am    G
Am   C    G     Am
G    Am   G     Am
Chorus
F       E      C           Am
And no matter where we go, we are not alone
F                E                 Am   G
When the silence turns to cries of "Wh---y?"
F             E         C       Dm
What a way to begin: we inherit sin
F                     E                           Am 
And nobody's going to quench your thirst when the well runs dry 
G          Am
(Well runs dry)
G                               Am          G       Am   G  E
And nobody's going to hold your hand on the day you di------e