Tom: E
I've seen this chord labeled as both Db and C#m, but I've written it as C#m for this:
E|--------|
B|--------|
G|--6-----|
D|--6-----|
A|--4-----|
E|--------|
Between the F#m and the A, there's a quick bass from G#m, like this:
E|-----------|
B|-----------|
G|-----------|
D|-----------|
A|---------0-|
E|---2--4----|
And right before the first chord of the chorus, they hit one quick note before playing the C#m, like this:
E|-----------|
B|-----------|
G|------6----|
D|------6----|
A|---6--4----|
E|-----------|
[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)
