Spoken Wheel
Flogging MollyVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
Your passin' broke the silence
On that dark October day
The sun was headin' for the west
As it did I heard you say
I set my sail for a gentle breeze
Now I leave this world as it was meant to be
And you, did you listen to anything I said?
Did you ever listen to me?
Though now it seems you'll never know
But every lad to a man must grow
Till winter comes to celebrate
Then proudly chills the bone
When at last they bury me
Into this ground you'll someday see
And you, did you listen to anything I said?
Did you ever listen to me?
Though the face we wear
Sometimes seldom speaks
From the babe that cries
To this grown man's feet
May the hand still write
And its' heart shape keep
Till our fathers, sons and daughters agree
So I will pave this road till glory
Sets our broken spirit free
From every cross-soaked nail pours endless rain
With tears no eye should see
But they could fill our highest ocean
And the rivers in between
With every blade that flowers must grow then drown
With love our cruelest sea
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Readable chord sheet for Spoken Wheel by Flogging Molly
[Am]Your passin' broke the s[Em]ilence On that [F]dark October d[G]ay [Am]The sun was headin' for [Em]the west As it di[F]d I heard you s[G]ay [Am]I set my sail for a gent[Em]le breeze Now I le[F]ave this world as [G]it was meant to be [F]And you, did you[G] listen [C]to anyth[G]ing I sa[Am]id? [F]Did you ever lis[G]ten to m[Am]e? Though now it seems you'll never know But every lad to a man must grow Till winter comes to celebrate Then proudly chills the bone When at last they bury me Into this ground you'll someday see And you, did you listen to anything I said? [F]Did you [G]ever listen to m[C]e? Thoug[F]h the face we wear Somet[C]imes seldom speaks From [F]the babe that cries To th[C]is grown man's feet May t[F]he hand still write And i[C]ts' heart shape keep Till [F]our fathers, sons and daughters agr[Am]ee [Am] [G] [F] So I w[Am]ill pave this [G]road till [F]glory Sets o[Am]ur broken [G]spirit [F]free From e[Am]very cross-[G]soaked nail pours [F]endless rain With t[C]ears no e[G]ye should[Am] see But th[Am]ey could fil[G]l our highest [F]ocean And th[Am]e rivers [G]in betwe[F]en With e[Am]very blade that fl[G]owers must grow then dro[F]wn [C]With lov[G]e our cruelest s[E]ea