Brother's Blood
Kevin DevineVersion1
90
Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
, , , ] x6
My Brothers Blood boils in my arms.
Balls my fingers into fists.
It bubbles blisters burns my palms.
It floods with fury fights and fits.
Its got the good guy in me hiding.
It kicks my humble heart around.
Its got me fiending for the fire
That could finish off this town.
Oh its got me good.
, , , ]x3
My brothers blood on the cherry tree.
It stains to bark from branch to root.
It puddles thick with pits and leaves.
It stains the sweetness from the fruit.
It's got me looking for communion.
Some hiding spot off underground.
An open plot I could climb into.
A lightning promise in my mouth.
A black out oath I swore and meant.
I couldnt conger up again.
I dont know one thing about my brothers blood.
No, oh.
I dont know one thing about my brothers blood.
Solo. (Working on it...)
, , , ]x5
Its my brothers blood in my dirty lung.
On my crooked mouth and my swollen tongue.
On my fathers gun. On each strangers face.
Across the blue bird sky. On every hand I shake.
Night after night, on each chuckled prayer.
Such sweet relief, my fist full of hair.
And each desperate drug for elusive peace.
And every endless night and every wasted week.
All that dialogue doubling back on me.
All that tangled talk. All my growling need.
Its my brothers back. Its my fathers arms
Every twisted fact. In my sorry heart. (My sorry heart.)
, , , ]x3
I spit and I scream 'Whats done is done'.
Go make your peace with everyone.
I dont know one thing about my brothers blood.
No, oh.
I dont know one thing about my brothers blood.
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Readable chord sheet for Brother's Blood by Kevin Devine
[[Am], [C], [Dm], [G]] x6 My Brothers [Am]Blood boils in my arms. Balls my [C]fingers into fists. It bubbles [Dm]blisters burns my palms. It floods with [G]fury fights and fits. Its got the [Am]good guy in me hiding. It kicks my [C]humble heart around. Its got me [Dm]fiending for the fire That could [G]finish off this town. Oh its got me good. [[Am], [C], [Dm], [G]]x3 My brothers [Am]blood on the cherry tree. It stains to [C]bark from branch to root. It puddles [Dm]thick with pits and leaves. It stains the [G]sweetness from the fruit. It's got me [Am]looking for communion. Some hiding [C]spot off underground. An open [Dm]plot I could climb into. A lightn[G]ing promise in my mouth. A black out [C]oath I swore and [G]meant. I couldnt [Dm]conger up a[Am]gain. I dont [C]know one [G]thing [F]about my [E]brothers[Am] blood. No, [G]oh. I dont [Am]know one thing [E]about my brothers [Am]blood. Solo. (Working on it...) [[Am], [C], [Dm], [G]]x5 Its my brothers [Am]blood in my dirty lung. On my crooked m[C]outh and my swollen tongue. On my fathers [Dm]gun. On each strangers face. Across the blue bird s[G]ky. On every hand I shake. Night after n[Am]ight, on each chuckled prayer. Such sweet rel[C]ief, my fist full of hair. And each desperate d[Dm]rug for elusive peace. And every endless ni[G]ght and every wasted week. All that dia[Am]logue doubling back on me. All that tangled ta[C]lk. All my growling need. Its my brothers b[Dm]ack. Its my fathers arms Every twisted fa[G]ct. In my sorry heart. (My sorry heart.) [[Am], [C], [Dm], [G]]x3 I spit and I s[C]cream 'Whats done is [G]done'. Go make your p[Dm]eace with every[Am]one. I dont [C]know one [G]thing [F]about my [E]brothers[Am] blood. No, [G]oh. I dont [Am]know one thing [E]about my brothers [Am]blood. [Fin.]