Our Father's Sons
The Gaslight AnthemVersion1
90
Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
G|---0-2-3---|
D|3----------|
Chord progression throughout the entire song is:
(The C/B is just part of a walkdown)
At the end of the song, they play the intro riff to "Great Expectations."
d|-------5--------8---7------|
A|-----------5-----------8---|
F|----5----------------------|
C|---------------------------|
G|---------------------------|
D|---------------------------|
Help me sing
All you weary strangers raise your voice
In this chain gang chorus in our younger days
My brothers, we were naive sailors
Storms we'd all endure
Oh the road, oh you who sing her praises
The places that she takes us, the choice is ours
We wanted much more than our fathers
While our mothers said their prayers
Now moving on up, to the east side
We finally got a piece of the pie
Baby doll
All you women of the travelers, your empty arms
Your patient hearts in waiting, bless your hearts
And your never ending patience
I could not go on without you
We're all the same
All blue and bright white collars, we're all the same
Our troubles and our sorrows and underneath
Blood and bone and mixture
Though we dance to different songs
Not songs to sing along
Not songs to sing along
Every man, every woman with a burden raise your hands
Raise'em up to the firmament, see those hands
Meet your brothers and your sisters, use your hands
We are our father's sons
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Readable chord sheet for Our Father's Sons by The Gaslight Anthem
G|---0-2-3---| D|3----------| Chord progression throughout the entire song is: [C] [C/B] [E] [Am] [F] [G] (The C/B is just part of a walkdown) At the end of the song, they play the intro riff to "Great Expectations." d|-------5--------8---7------| A|-----------5-----------8---| F|----5----------------------| C|---------------------------| G|---------------------------| D|---------------------------| Help me sing All you weary strangers raise your voice In this chain gang chorus in our younger days My brothers, we were naive sailors Storms we'd all endure Oh the road, oh you who sing her praises [...] The places that she takes us, the choice is ours We wanted much more than our fathers While our mothers said their prayers Now moving on up, to the east side We finally got a piece of the pie Baby doll All you women of the travelers, your empty arms Your patient hearts in waiting, bless your hearts And your never ending patience I could not go on without you We're all the same All blue and bright white collars, we're all the same Our troubles and our sorrows and underneath Blood and bone and mixture Though we dance to different songs Not songs to sing along Not songs to sing along Every man, every woman with a burden raise your hands Raise'em up to the firmament, see those hands Meet your brothers and your sisters, use your hands We are our father's sons