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Beggars Acoustic

Thrice
Version1
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
-  0,2,2,0,0,0
-  x,3,2,0,1,0
-  x,x,0,2,3,2
-  x,x,1,2,1,2
-  x,0,2,0,2,0
-  x,2,1,2,0,0
-  x,0,2,2,1,0
 All you great  men of power, you who boast  of your feats
 Politicians  and entrepreneurs
 Can you safeguard  your breath in the night  while you sleep
 Keep your heart  beating steady and sure
 As you lie  in your bed, does the thought  haunt your head
 That you’re really,  rather small
 If there’s one  thing I know in this life:  we are beggars all.
 All you champions  of science and rulers  of men,
 Can you summon  the sun from its sleep
 Does the earth  seek your counsel on how  fast to spin
 Can you shut  up the gates of the deep
 Don’t you know  that all things hang, as if  by a string,
 O’er the darkness,  poised to fall?
 If there’s one  thing I know in this life:  we are beggars all.
 All you big  shots that swagger and stride  with conceit,
 Did you devise  how your frame would be formed
 If you’d be raised  in a palace, or live  out in the streets,
 Did you choose  the place or the hour you’d be born
 Tell me what  can you claim? Not a thing,  not your name
 Tell me if  you can recall  just one thing,
 That’s not a gift in this life
 Can you hear  what’s been said
 Can you  see now that everything’s grace  after all
 If there’s one  thing I know in this life:  we are beggars all.

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Readable chord sheet for Beggars Acoustic by Thrice

[Em]- 0,2,2,0,0,0
[C]- x,3,2,0,1,0
[D]- x,x,0,2,3,2
[Am6]- x,x,1,2,1,2
[A7]- x,0,2,0,2,0
[B11]- x,2,1,2,0,0
[Am]- x,0,2,2,1,0

[Em]  [C]

All you g[Em]reat men of power, you who b[C]oast of your feats
Politi[Em]cians and entrepreneur[C]s
Can you [Em]safeguard your breath in the [C]night while you sleep
Keep your [Em]heart beating steady and s[C]ure
As you l[D]ie in your bed, does the t[Am6]hought haunt your head
That you’re [Em]really, rather s[A7]mall
If there’s o[C]ne thing I know in this li[B11]fe: we are beggars [Em]all.

All you [Em]champions of science and r[C]ulers of men,
Can you [Em]summon the sun from its sl[C]eep
Does the [Em]earth seek your counsel on [C]how fast to spin
Can you s[Em]hut up the gates of the deep[C]
Don’t you [D]know that all things hang, as [Am6]if by a string,
O’er the [Em]darkness,  poised to [A7]fall?
If there’s [C]one thing I know in this li[B11]fe: we are beggars [Em]all.

All you [Em]big shots that swagger and s[C]tride with conceit,
Did you d[Em]evise how your frame would be for[C]med
If you’d be r[Em]aised in a palace, or l[C]ive out in the streets,
Did you c[Em]hoose the place or the hour you’d be [C]born
Tell me w[D]hat can you claim? Not a t[Am6]hing,  not your name
Tell me i[Em]f you can r[A7]ecall just one [C]thing,
That’s not a gift in this l[B11]ife

Can you [Am]hear what’s been said
Can you[B11] see now that everything’s [Em]grace after a[A7]ll
If there’s o[C]ne thing I know in this [B11]life: we are beggars all. [Em]

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