End Of Time Acordes

Capo 1
 
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Intro: C, F, C, F
 
 
       C
Here I am standing firm,
        F
As the ground shakes beneath me,
  C                         F
I send you away with my own hand.
         C                          F
I try and try to remember, that for now it's for the better,
              C                              F
But there's a Southern kind of tragic blowing in.
       Am                              F
Oh it feels like the beginning of the end.
 
 
          C      G    Am
Well the Alabama moon fell from the sky,
          F                 C  G
And the sweet tea wells ran dry,
C          G                Am
Somewhere out there you're finding yourself,
          F             G      C
But back home it's the end of time.
 
 
F, C, F
 
               C
I'm scared to death, pick up your phone,
       F
Outside I hear the bells ringing,
          C                             F
Bringing ruin to all that we have ever known.
              C
Pick up your phone, I need an answer,
     F                   (F#m, F)
Come home and call off disaster,
          C                                  F
'Cause I fear tonight our Cotton Land might fall.
        Am                               F
Oh I'm cracking like the plaster on the wall.
 
 
         C      G   Am
Oh the Alabama moon fell from the sky,
          F                 C  G
And the sweet tea wells ran dry,
C          G                Am
Somewhere out there you're finding yourself,
          F             G       (C)
But back home it's the end of time.
 
Am
 
         F      C
It's the end of time,
G          E         Am
Is it the end of all time,
 D                G
Or just the end of mine.
 
 
      C           G        Am
Well all of the cotton, it died in the fields,
            F                               C  G
The little babies cried the blue from their eyes,
C          G               Am
Somewhere I'll bet you're living it up,
         F              G
So come home before the end,
 
 
            C     G   Am
Well the Alabama moon fell from the sky,
          F                 C  G
And the sweet tea wells ran dry,
C          G                Am
Somewhere out there you're finding yourself,
          F             G      C
But back home it's the end of time.
 
 
F  C
Hey ey ey ey.
 
 
F                            C     F
Come home, come home and be mine,
C          F
Come home, come home.
 
C
Ooh ooh ooh,
F
Ooh ooh ooh ooh,
C
Ooh ooh ooh,
F
Ooh ooh ooh ooh,
C
Ooh ooh ooh,
F                  C
Ooh ooh ooh oooooh ooh.
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