Blood And Bone

	  		
Intro Dm 

Dm 
Men are made From blood and bone 
      C               Dm 
Like metals made from dust 
Am 
Men are bound to die alone 
     G                 Dm 
Like metals bound to rust
 

verse 1 
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Late, late, late night on the hill 
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The poet came a knocking on the shamans window sill 
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Help me my words don't visit anymore 
      Am                        G                  Dm 
The shaman he laughed picked a mouse up from the floor 

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They sat there in the dark whilst a mooty was prepared 
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From the blood of the mouse and an eagles head 
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Drink this said the shaman, it will calm you mind 
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I promise the words will flow from you like the rain from the sky 

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So the poet he drank, till the glass was bare 
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While outside a nightingale sang in the air 
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Thank you said the poet, may the gods bless your soul 
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He shook the old mans hand, walked out into the cold 

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Early the next morning as the sun began to rise 
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Screams rang out across the old diamond mines 
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My lover, My lover, My lover is dead 
Am                        G            Dm 
Next to his wife lay the poet In his bed 

Dm 
Men are made From blood and bone 
      C               Dm 
Like metals made from dust 
Am 
Men are bound to die alone 
     G                 Dm 
Like metals bound to rust 


verse 2 
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After many years past and gone and many tears cried 
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Still no one could console the poor old poets bride 
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For in this life or the next still she implored 
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That one of these days she would see her love once more 

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Then one day in the winter while the famines took a hold 
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Into a tavern walked a stranger from the cold 
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Said I'm looking for my lover I've been away for many years 
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The poets widow was summoned from her tears 

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If it's you said the widow then where have you been 
      Am                            G               Dm 
The demons said the stranger they took me from my sleep 
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They locked me in a cave put nails through my skull 
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I escaped with the help of this lonesome nightingale 

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If it's you said the widow then spin me a line 
     Am                                 G               Dm 
The stranger cleared his throat looked deep into her eyes 

     Dm 
Said men are made From blood and bone 
      C               Dm 
Like metals made from dust 
Am 
Men are bound to die alone 
     G                 Dm 
Like metals bound to rust 

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They drank and they danced late into the night 
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But the poets father was not so satisfied 
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Next morning the stranger was awoken with a thud 
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As the police came to take samples of his blood 

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And as the results of the test came in 
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The poets father screamed I knew it wasn't him 
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Well a lonely executioner sharpened his blade 
      Am                 G            Dm 
From doing god's work a living he made 

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And just before he raised his axe up too the birds 
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He asked the stranger do you have any last words
 

Bridge 
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And the shaman he smiles up on the hill 
      Am            G            Dm 
His promise to the poet was fulfilled 
         Am         G            Dm 
And the widow she cries to the moon 
         Am          G              Dm 
And the nightingale sang her last tune 

     Dm 
Said men are made From blood and bone 
      C               Dm 
Like metals made from dust 
Am 
Men are bound to die alone 
     G                 Dm 
Like metals bound to rust 

Dm 
Men are made From blood and bone 
      C               Dm 
Like metals made from dust 
Am 
Men are bound to die alone 
     G                 Dm 
Like metals bound to rust