• Song:

    Gregory Alan Isakov - The Stable Song

  • Artist:

    Misc Unsigned Bands

This is my first so if its messy I apologize.

Here's the gist:
C C C F7
C C g Am x2 for the verse x2 in between verses and chorus
F7 C F7 Am
C G F7 Am x 2 for the chorus
Em Am C F7 C F7 x2 for the other part
Listen to the song for the hammer ons

Capo on the 2nd fret or where ever you feel comfortable singing

Verse 1:
   C           C         C                F7
Remember when our songs were just like prayer.
   C          C             G          Am
Like gospel hymns that you call in the air.
   C          C             C     F7
Come down, come down, sweet reverent
   C      C      G          Am
Until my simple heart sound ring.
     C   C   C  F7   C  C   G  Am
And ring.

Chorus:
F7           C     F7         Am 
Ring like silver, ring like gold.
C               G            F7 Am 
Ring out those ghosts on the Ohio.
F7           C     F7         Am  
Ring like clear day wedding bells,
        C             G          F7         Am
In the belly of the beast or the sword that fell.
            C   C   C  F7   C  C   G  Am
I'll never tell.

Bridge:
       Em                   Am
They come to me, clear and cold.
      C   C   C  F7   C  C   G  Am
Some say
       Em                   Am
The Wives of Earl, spinning weaves
          C   C   C  F7   C  C   G  Am
At that machine.


Verse 2:
I've gone crazy, couldn't you tell.
I threw stones at the stars but the whole sky fell.
Now I'm covered up in straw belly, up on a table.
And I drank and sang and passed in the stable. 
Mm-hmm...

C C C F7
C C G Am 
Em Am C F7 C F7 x2

Verse 3:
That tall grass grows high and brown.
Well I drank you straight in the muddy ground.
And you sent me back to where I roam.
Well I cursed and I cried but now I know. 
Oh, now I know...

Verse 4:
And I ran back to that hollow again,
The moon was just a sliver back then,
And I ached for my heart like some tin man.
When it came, oh, it beat, and it boiled, and it rang.
Oh it's ringing.

Chorus:
Ring like crazy, ring like hell.
Turn me back into that wild-haired gale.
Ring like silver, ring like gold.
Turn these diamonds straight back into gold.
Turn these diamonds straight back into gold. 

It's as right as I could get it without the other instruments or Gregory sitting there with me.

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