My Boy Builds Coffins
Florence And The MachineVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
The strings are plucked as to the rhythm in the song for the introduction.
My boy builds coffins with hammers and nails
He doesn't build ships, he has no use for sails
He doesn't make tables, dressers or chairs
He can't carve a whistle cause he just doesn't care
My boy builds coffins for the rich and the poor
Kings and queens have all knocked on his door
Beggars and liars, gypsies and thieves
They all come to him 'cause he's so eager to please
My boy builds coffins he makes them all day
But it's not just for work and it isn't for play
He's made one for himself
One for me too
One of these days he'll make one
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For you-------
For you-------
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For you-------
My boy builds coffins for better or worse
Some say it's a blessing, some say it's a curse
He fits them together in sunshine or rain
Each one is unique, no two are the same
My boy builds coffins and I think it's a shame
That when each one's been made, he can't see it again
He crafts every one with love and with care
Then it's thrown in the ground and it just isn't fair
My boy builds coffins he makes them all day
But it's not just for work and it isn't for play
He's made one for himself
One for me too
One of these days he'll make one for you
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Readable chord sheet for My Boy Builds Coffins by Florence And The Machine
[C] [Am] [Em] The strings are plucked as to the rhythm in the song for the introduction. [C]My boy builds [Am]coffins with h[Em]ammers and nails He[C] doesn't build [Am]ships, he has [Em]no use for sails He[C] doesn't make t[Am]ables, d[Em]ressers or chairs He [C]can't carve a [Am]whistle cause he [Em]just doesn't care My boy builds coffins for the rich and the poor Kings and queens have all knocked on his door Beggars and liars, gypsies and thieves They all come to him 'cause he's so eager to please [C]My boy builds c[Am]offins he [Em]makes them all day But it's [C]not just for [Am]work and it [Em]isn't for play He's made [C]one for h[Am]imself [Em]One for me too [C]One of these[Am] days he'll[Em] make one [C] [Am] [Em] For you------- [C] [Am] [Em] For you------- [C] [Am] [Em] For you------- [C] [Am] [Em] For you------- My boy builds coffins for better or worse Some say it's a blessing, some say it's a curse He fits them together in sunshine or rain Each one is unique, no two are the same My boy builds coffins and I think it's a shame That when each one's been made, he can't see it again He crafts every one with love and with care Then it's thrown in the ground and it just isn't fair My boy builds coffins he makes them all day But it's not just for work and it isn't for play He's made one for himself One for me too One of these days he'll make one for you