Luke Doucet – Free
Tabbed by Wil-man-101
Standard Tuning
INTRO
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(This part is actually played on bass, but I use it to fill the first few bars
before the guitar comes in.)
Well I'm free, I'm free like the world, I am
I'm higher than the moon and so much higher still to go
I'm dancing on the silver star,
my boot prints on the white-wall tire
(Guitar begins)
C G
See, see everyone's beautiful
C G#
Beautiful and terrified by the sun
Cm
that's rising up in the east
G G#
I gotta find my way home soon
C G
or I'll just drown in my delight
C G Am
And if I stumble my way through another year of blindness
F Dm C
I don't deserve to come down from these drugs inside my brain
G Am
And if I fumble my way to the people who are mindless
F Dm C G
I guess I get what's coming to me and my evil wicked ways
C G
Run, faster than light through me
C
You can soak my nerves in this vibration
G#
Riding through your imagination
C
Boot prints on the yellow fire
G
My footprints on the gilded star
Cm G
But death, it's more than I can bear tonight
C G#
It's not the thought of being gone or the dark that I don't like
G G# C G
But more confused by the emptiness of breath (where does it go?)
C G Am
And if I stumble my way through another year of blindness
F Dm C
I don't deserve to come down from these drugs inside my brain
G Am
And if I stumble my way to the people who are mindless
F Dm C
I guess I get what's coming to me and my evil wicked ways
The rules I make have just lost the way
G
like guarantees and beds we make
Am
While life goes on for bread and cake
F Dm
the ground it rumbles cracks and shakes
C
Underfoot the bugs and snakes
G Am
they carry us, they carry us away from here
F
And underground it's happy deep
Dm
where you go down
C
Oh, hallelujah, God is great
G
You're never wrong, you're never late
Am
'Cause he designs these pretty things
F Dm C
I, when I die, I simply go alone.