Vagabond

	  		

standard tuning, no capo 
chords used: Bm D G A 

Bm 

Verse: 
     Bm                 D 
I'm a vagabond just wandering along 
        A                  G 
An obscure stretch of the drag 
        Bm                     D  
I don't sleep much at all but don't get me wrong 
            A                     G 
I brought it on myself with this flag 
           Bm 
that I'm waving high 
           D                 A                      Bm 
Trying to keep boots dry for high ground to lay my head 
           Bm                  D                A                     Bm 
and for a moment I spy when I close my eyes, a picture of her face instead 


         G                   A 
Still I find myself in some town 
            D                     G 
Burning the pillars of tradition down 
     G                                D 
And waking up on the wrong side of fantasy 


Verse: 

       Bm            D 
I'm a vagabond just wandering along 
        A            G 
Passing time in reverie 
        Bm                    D 
I don't bet much at all, but don't get me wrong 
              A                        G 
I played the cards that were dealt to me 
       Bm                D                            
I may lose my mind from time to time 
        A                 Bm 
but  I know I've made my bed 
       Bm                               D                     
And I admit that I've cried more than willing to die  
    A                  Bm 
to wake up with her instead 


        G                    A 
Still I find myself in some town 
            D                     G 
Burning the pillars of tradition down 
     G               A                   Bm 
And waking up on the wrong side of fantasy 
  G              A                     D 
Waking up on the wrong side of you and me 



Bridge: 
 A                 Bm 
I can't place where I lost track 
         G               D 
Or where I just lost my head 
A                   Bm 
Give me something sharp for the heartstrings 
        G              A 
I wanna cut out of my chest 
            G      Bm    A 
Cause there ain't much time 
         G      Bm    A 
No there ain't much time  
        G      Bm    A    Bm    G      A 
No there ain't much time above ground 



        G                    A 
Still I find myself in some town 
             D                   G 
Burning the pillars of tradition down 
     G                A             Bm 
And waking up on the wrong side of fantasy 
          G                     A 
I welcome all those wishes and trades 
               D             G 
to lose the whoolgathering days 
       G              A                   Bm 
of waking up on the wrong side of you and me 
      G             A                   Bm 
Or waking up on the wrong side of fantasy 
                      A                    D 
I'm waking up on the wrong side of you and me.