Tom: A
F#m E D A
F#m E D D/C# A
[Verse]
A
Can I move to California and keep my head held high
A
These bipolar East Coast forecasts leave me fried
E F#m D
And I got lonesome there since the day she died
E F#m D
I never been too good at saying long goodbyes
E F#m G
So write me one good song and dry my sisters’ eyes
D E A
And bury me in Philly when I die
[Chorus]
F#m E D D/C# A
Bury me
F#m E D D/C# A
Bury me, yeah
[Verse]
A
If I delete all my profiles can I make you come
A
A digital golden calf at first it seemed like fun
E F#m D
But it gets lonesome there and I could use some sun
E F#m D
All the clicks and likes feel like hit and runs
E F#m G
I’m turning off my phone, I’m turning in my gun
D E
You can bury me in Philly when I’m done
[Chorus]
F#m E D D/C# A
Bury me
F#m E D D/C# A
Bury me
F#m E D D/C# A
Give my ’65 to Tim and dry my sisters’ eyes
F#m E D D/C# A
And bury me in Philly when I die
[Solo]
G D D/C# A (x3)
E
[Bridge]
Bm D
Let the ground beneath my feet
A E
Fail if it wants to now
F#m
You’ve got dancing shoes
D A E
I’ve got blues to lose and I want you to show me how
D G D E
I’m ready for it now
[Verse]
A
I can show you that I love you if you’ll let me in
A
I don’t need a savior if I don’t believe in sin
E F#m D
But it gets lonesome here out on a limb
E F#m D
I’m singing ragged songs and howling broken hymns
E F#m G
So come on Golden State let me in
D E
They can bury me in Philly in the end
F#m E D D/C# A
In the end
F#m E D D/C# A
In the end
[Chorus]
F#m E D D/C# A
Bury me
F#m E D D/C# A
Bury me, yeah
F#m E D D/C# A
Give my ’65 to Tim and dry my sisters’ eyes
F#m E D D/C# A
And bury me in Philly when I die
G D D/C# A
Give my ’65 to Tim and dry my sisters’ eyes
F#m E D D/C# A
And bury me in Philly when I die
