Young Guns - Bones

^DmDown under the n^Fight sky ^C I lay in wait ^Dm Praying to who^Fever would list^Cen to me. ^Dm I'd fashioned my o^Fwn cross, Been ^Ccrushed by it's weight^Dm There's no stronger mess^Fage ^CThan dirt in your face.

^A#I've seen down the ^Dmend of the road ^CNow I deal in a different sto^A#ry, oh And I'll ^Dmnever let go a^Cgain I feel it in my b^Gmones, ^A#bones, bon^Dmes I ^Cfeel it in ^Gmmy bone^A#s, bones, ^Dmbones I'll ^Cdo this on my ^Dmown. (o-o-own ^Cbones bo-o-nes ^Dmown o-o-own ^Cbones)

^DmThey say the spirit's willing But the ^Fflesh is always^C weak ^DmWell I found everything I needed ^Fright beneath my^C skin - oh.

^A#I've seen down the ^Dmend of the road ^FNow I deal in a ^Cdifferent story^A#, oh And I will ^Dmnever let go a^Fgain I feel it in my b^Gmones, ^A#bones, bon^Dmes I ^Cfeel it in m^Gmy bones^A#, bones, b^Dmones I'll ^Cdo this on my ^Dmown.

^DmWe're all architects of our own private hell ^CNo-one can hurt us like we hurt ourselves

^A#I've seen down the ^Dmend of the road ^CNow I deal in a different story^A#, oh And I'll ^Dmnever let go a^Cgain I feel it in my b^Gmones, ^A#bones, bon^Dmes I ^Cfeel it in my^Gm bones,^A# bones, bo^Dmnes And I ^Cknow I'm not a^A#lone. (^Dml-o-ne ^Cbones bo-o-nes ^A#lone ^Dml-o-ne ^Cbones)