Jars of Clay
Oh My God
Good Monsters
This is from Jars of Clay's new cd "Good Monsters" coming out Sep. 5th, enjoy!
Standard Tuning (E A D G B E)
Intro
E|-----0-0-0-0---------------0-0-0-0----3-3-3-3---|
B|-----1-1-1-1----1-1-1-1----1-1-1-1----1-1-0-0---|
G|-----0-0-0-0----2-2-2-2----0-0-0-0----0-0-0-0---|
D|-----2-2-2-2----3-3-3-3----2-2-2-2----0-0-0-0---|
A|---0-0-0-0-0----3-3-3-3--3-3-3-3-3----x-x-x-x---|
E|--------------1-1-1-1-1-------------3-3-3-3-3---|
Am7 F
Oh my God, look around this place,
C
Your fingers reach around the bone,
G
You set the break and set the tone.
Am7 F
Flights of grace, and future falls
C G
In present pain all fools say, "Oh my God."
Interlude 2x
E|--------------------------|
B|--------------------------|
G|--------------------------|
D|--3-2-------3--3-2--------|
A|----------5------------5--|
E|------3-3----------3-3----|
Am7 F
Oh my God, why are we so afraid?
C
We make it worse when we don't bleed,
G
There is no cure for our disease.
Am7 F
Turn a phrase and rise again,
C G
Or fake your death and only tell your closest friends,
Oh my God.
Interlude
E|-----------------------------------|
B|-----------------------------------|
G|-----------------------------------|
D|--3-2-------3--3-2-------3--3-2----|
A|----------5------------5-----------|
E|------3-3----------3-3----------3--|
Am7 F
Oh my God, can I complain?
C G
You take away my firm belief and graft my soul upon Your grief.
Am7 F
Weddings, boats, and alibis,
C G
All drift away, and a mother cries...
No Guitar
Liars and fools, sons and failures, thieves will always say…
Am G C F
Lost and found, ailing wanderers, healers always say…
Am G C F
Whores and angels, men with problems, leavers always say…
Am G C F
Broken hearted, separated, orphans always say…
Am G C F
War creators, racial haters, preachers always say…
Am G C F
Distant fathers, fallen warriors, givers always say…
Am G C F
Pilgrim saints, lonely widows, users always say…
Am G C F
Fearful mothers, watchful doubters, Saviors always say…
Am
Sometimes I can not forgive
G
and these days mercy cuts so deep,
C F
If the world was how it should, maybe I could get some sleep.
Am G
While I lay, I'd dream we're better, scales were gone and faces
C F
lighter, when we wake we hate our brother, we still move to hurt each other.
Am G
Sometimes I can close my eyes and all the fear the keeps me silent,
C F
Falls below my heavy breathing, what makes me so badly bent?
Am G
We all have a chance to murder, we all have the need for wonder.
C F
We still want to be reminded that the pain is worth the plunder.
Am G
Sometimes when I lose my grip, I wonder what to make of heaven,
C F
All the times I thought to reach up, all the times I had to give up.
Am G
Babies underneath their beds, in hospitals that cannot treat them.
C F
All the wounds that money causes, all the comforts of cathedrals,
Am G
All the cries of thirsty children, this is our inheritance,
C F
All the rage of watching mothers, this is our greatest offense
Am G C F
Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God.
Artist: Jars Of Clay
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