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Closer To The Truth

Butch Walker
Version1
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
A
e|--x-----| e|--x-----| e|--x-----| e|--x-----| e|--x-----|
B|--x-----| B|--x-----| B|--x-----| B|--x-----| B|--2-----|
G|--9-----| G|--1-----| G|--x-----| G|--x-----| G|--2-----|
D|--9-----| D|--2-----| D|--7-----| D|--4-----| D|--2-----|
A|--6-----| A|--2-----| A|--7-----| A|--4-----| A|--x-----|
E|--x-----| E|--x-----| E|--5-----| E|--2-----| E|--x-----|
G5
e|--x-----| e|--x-----|
B|--x-----| B|--x-----|
G|--9-----| G|--x-----|
D|--9-----| D|--6-----|
A|--7-----| A|--6-----|
E|--x-----| E|--4-----|
Ribbons  went flying out the window
 As we drove  down the interstate
Sex  was something so brand new
 It was hard  as hell to wait
She  made faces at the goddamn rednecks
 They say, look  at you boy.. You must worship satan
Just  because I had the same long hair
 as the jesus  in all their paintings
Yeah  but church just made me scared  of words like
sermon,  faith, and congregation
in  a world with so many answers  left
why  do I need so many explanations
to  get closer to the truth  and further from the  sky
and  the static singes the speakers
like  a thousand hymns of inspiration
the  road just winds through the canyon  like
 a big  black snake headed for salvation
I'm  getting closer to the truth  and further from the  sky
 Same pattern through the rest of the song for verses and choruses
 A roadside venue wallpapered in menus
 In a town that forgot it's own name
 We were hungry for anything that had a pulse
 As we freed ourselves from the rain
 There's a disgruntled metalhead playing guitar
 For a pop singer up on the screen
 With his head slung low and guitar slung high
 He just wants a chance to be seen
 He tells me at the bar that he's on his last leg
 That he used to have it all in his hands
 And the girls don't think much of him these days
 Which is hard for him to understand
 Cuz he's a little bit old and a little bit thin
 But he still has his heart in a sling
 We pay for the drinks and the bartender drinks
 And it couldn't be more late, yeah we're all so late
e|-------|
B|-------|
G|-------|
D|-------|
A|-------|
E|-------|
 | / slide up
 | \ slide down
 | h hammer-on
 | p pull-off
 | ~ vibrato
 | + harmonic
 | x Mute note

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Readable chord sheet for Closer To The Truth by Butch Walker

[D#6]            [E]              [A5]             [F#5]             [A]
e|--x-----|    e|--x-----|    e|--x-----|    e|--x-----|    e|--x-----|
B|--x-----|    B|--x-----|    B|--x-----|    B|--x-----|    B|--2-----|
G|--9-----|    G|--1-----|    G|--x-----|    G|--x-----|    G|--2-----|
D|--9-----|    D|--2-----|    D|--7-----|    D|--4-----|    D|--2-----|
A|--6-----|    A|--2-----|    A|--7-----|    A|--4-----|    A|--x-----|
E|--x-----|    E|--x-----|    E|--5-----|    E|--2-----|    E|--x-----|

    [E5]             [G5]
e|--x-----|    e|--x-----|
B|--x-----|    B|--x-----|
G|--9-----|    G|--x-----|
D|--9-----|    D|--6-----|
A|--7-----|    A|--6-----|
E|--x-----|    E|--4-----|

[E]Ribbons went flying out the window
As we d[A5]rove down the interstate
[E]Sex was something so brand new
It was [A5]hard as hell to wait
[E]She made faces at the goddamn rednecks
They say, [A5]look at you boy.. You must worship satan
[E]Just because I had the same long hair
as the j[A5]esus in all their paintings

[F#5]Yeah but church just made me [A]scared of words like
[E5]sermon, faith, and [D#6]congregation
[F#5]in a world with so many [A]answers left
[E5]why do I need so many [D#6]explanations
[F#5]to get closer to the [G#5]truth and further from [A5]the sky
[F#5]and the static singes the s[A]peakers
[E5]like a thousand hymns of i[D#6]nspiration
[F#5]the road just winds through the [A]canyon like
a b[E5]ig black snake headed for s[D#6]alvation
[F#5]I'm getting closer to the [G#5]truth and further from [A5]the sky

Same pattern through the rest of the song for verses and choruses

A roadside venue wallpapered in menus
In a town that forgot it's own name
We were hungry for anything that had a pulse
As we freed ourselves from the rain
There's a disgruntled metalhead playing guitar
For a pop singer up on the screen
With his head slung low and guitar slung high
He just wants a chance to be seen

He tells me at the bar that he's on his last leg
That he used to have it all in his hands
And the girls don't think much of him these days
Which is hard for him to understand
Cuz he's a little bit old and a little bit thin
But he still has his heart in a sling
We pay for the drinks and the bartender drinks
And it couldn't be more late, yeah we're all so late

e|-------|
B|-------|
G|-------|
D|-------|
A|-------|
E|-------|

| /  slide up
| \  slide down
| h  hammer-on
| p  pull-off
| ~  vibrato
| +  harmonic
| x  Mute note

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