Nomads Revolt Chords

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Capo-3

Intro:

F  A  Dm  Bb x3 C

Verse1:

F     Dm           C             F              
We go down to throw rocks at the river
      Dm         C
Curses at the parade
Bb        Dm           C           Bb
We're just stoning the gears of the clockworks
       C                      F (and so on and so forth)
Try to keep us from acting our age
We swore we'd
carry on like this forever, 'til the free spirits bled.
But now can you believe who's a mother, and that
so-and-so's cut of their dreads...

Chorus:

F A Dm         Bb    F A    Dm       Bb      F
     Kill of Columbus    and turn the world around
      A      Dm         C         F
After all the nomads are settling down

Verse2:

Used to give most the bread to her
landlord leave the crust for the squwats.
Now the death weighed as we payed the bankers.
Seemed to kill all the flies in one swat.
Hear the wedding band strike up a number. Dear
they're playing our song. Hold your breath cause
we're gonna go under; get the little ones singing along.

Chorus

Bridge:

  Bb    Dm    G                    C          
No way, not to so-and-so said he'd never change
         Bb          Dm C    
said he'd never grow. 
We'd stay always on a role
run besides the trains past the mossey stones.
                Bb                     Dm
Now there's more hope than ever and its all fallin'
             G                     C        (play verse chords)
down and the rebels are running for mayor in your hometown.

Verse3:

As the nomads are dropping their anchors. Falling
into the sea. And I've stopped throwing rocks at the
river. Now you'll find me a swimmin up stream. There
is power in unions of ramblers that got nothing to own.
But there's more in one fist swing in mothers swearin,
"my children shall never be sold!" 

Chorus a few times

*Outro is the same progression as the intro

Out of the garden we multiply. Telling
our stories. May all the old ways die.



Rock On, and Never Settle Down!

--MiScHiEf BrEw--