Pedro Vulpe

The Ballad Of A Dead Man

Pedro Vulpe


Tom: G

[Intro] Em  G  C7  B7  Em  G  C7  B7 
        Em  G  C7  B7  Em  G  C7  B7 
        Em  G  C7  B7  Em  G  C7  B7 
        Em  G  C7  B7  Em  G  C7  B7 

           Em            G  
There's a storm coming down
       C7      B7
Right above my head
            Em            G
There's no place to be a home
           C7       B7
But all I need is a bed
   Em            G           C7           B7        Em
I quit all good manners and start to feel alive, instead

Em  G  C7  B7
     Em                    G
I regret some things I've done
         C7          B7   
But I stopped to be haunted
       Em           G 
I'm a mess wearing pants
               C7           B7
But you don't have to look after
        Em                 G
'Cause there's nothing, no more
   C7             B7    Em
My day won't be spoiled

Am                                Em
  And i thought that limbo comes after the grave
Am                          C   D   B7    Em
  Now, i see the freedom i got you can't take

Em                 G                     A7
I was locked from inside, pretending to have a life
     B7                   Em
But, somehow,I think it's done
               G                     A7   
Lies under my tomb the troubles I've made my own
B7                Em
Resting around my bones

( Em  G  C7  B7  Em  G  C7  B7 )
( Em  G  C7  B7  Em  G  C7  B7 )

         Em      G
All the bohemian suburbs
      C7         B7
They are not in grief
Em      G            C7           B7
Beside their wall I found some relief
Em             G
Everything is fine
C7      B7
In this drunken eternity

Am                                Em
  And i thought that limbo comes after the grave
Am                          C   D   B7    Em
  Now, i see the freedom i got you can't take

Em                 G                     A7
I was locked from inside, pretending to have a life
     B7                   Em
But, somehow,I think it's done
               G                     A7   
Lies under my tomb the troubles I've made my own
B7                Em
Resting around my bones
Em                 G                     A7
       Locked from inside, pretending to have a life
     B7                   Em
But, somehow,I think it's done
               G                     A7   
Lies under my tomb the troubles I've made my own
B7                Em
Resting around my bones

( Em  G  C7  B7  Em  G  C7  B7 )
( Em  G  C7  B7  Em  G  C7  B7 )