Buckets Chords

Standard (EADGBE)

D A G A

D A

 Well I was sinkin into your veins. IG’m a vessel without a sea. You can sink me with

you satire, when

A D

 you’re tryin to set me free. AWell I can get ya with your hate. I can get yaG with your

rules. You can fix

 me with your sentiment. You can break me with your trAuth.

D A

 And I can brGing you a bucket of shame. To throwA your cares away. AllD messed up inside.

And I might

A G

 come back soAmeday. When we’re old and grey, I come back someday.

Piano ditty - D A G A? (again slower like, perhaps finger pickin or something like that,

whatever floats your boat)

DWeAllG IA can curse you with a chord. I can heal you when you bleed. I can fill you with

my logic. I can kill you with my greed. And I can bring you a bucket of shame. To

throw your cares away. All messed up inside. And I might come back someday. When

we’re old an grey, I come back someday.

D A

 You’re lies aBre a shelter from the endless rain,E on the endless road. There is no

reason here, we’re all

Ginsane, we’re all inspiredA.

And I can bring you a bucket of shame. To throw your cares away. All messed up inside.

And I might come back someday. When we’re old an grey, I come back someday.

(this might be inaccurate, but it works for me, Bret)