Dead man's boots: accordi di
Sting
Sting

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Tonalità: F major
Verse 1
F#
F#
C#
C#
A#m
A#m
C#
C#
F#
F#
A#m
A#m
C#
C#
You
F#
F#
A#m
A#m
C#
C#
see these work boots in my hands,
they'll probably fit ye now my son,
B
B
C#
C#
D#m
D#m
C#
C#
Take them, they're a gift from me,
G#m
G#m
C#sus4
C#sus4
why don't you try them on?
F#
F#
C#
C#
It would do your old man good to see
F#
F#
C#
C#
you walking in these boots one day,
B
B
C#
C#
D#m
D#m
And take your place among the men
G#m
G#m
C#sus4
C#sus4
F#
F#
who work upon the slipway.
Verse 2
C#sus4
C#sus4
These dead man's boots,
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F#
though they're old and curled,
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B
F#
F#
When a feller needs a job and a place in the world,
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B
C#
C#
And it's time for a man
D#m
D#m
G#m
G#m
to put down roots,
C#sus4
C#sus4
And walk to the river in his old man's boots.
F#
F#
A#m
A#m
C#
C#
Verse 3
F#
F#
C#sus4
C#sus4
He said, "I'm nearly done and asking this,
C#
C#
that ye do one final thing for me!
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B
C#
C#
You're barely but a sapling,
D#m
D#m
C#
C#
G#m
G#m
C#sus4
C#sus4
and you think that you're a tree.
F#
F#
C#sus4
C#sus4
If ye need a seed to prosper,
ye must first put down some roots.
B
B
C#
C#
D#m
D#m
G#m
G#m
Just one foot then the other in
C#sus4
C#sus4
these dead man's boots."
Verse 4
F#
F#
C#sus4
C#sus4
These dead man's boots
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F#
know their way down the hill,
B
B
They could walk there themselves,
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F#
and they probably will.
B
B
C#
C#
There's a place for ye there
D#m
D#m
G#m
G#m
to sink your roots,
C#
C#
And take a walk down the river in these
C#sus4
C#sus4
F#
F#
G#m
G#m
dead man's boots.
F#
F#
I said,
Verse 5
B
B
F#
F#
"Why in the Hell would I do that?
G#m
G#m
C#sus4
C#sus4
And why would I agree?"
B
B
C#
C#
D#m
D#m
When his hand was all that I'd received,
C#
C#
G#m
G#m
C#sus4
C#sus4
as far as I remember.
B
B
F#
F#
It's not as if he'd spoiled me with
G#m
G#m
C#sus4
C#sus4
his kindness up to then ye see.
B
B
C#
C#
D#m
D#m
G#m
G#m
I'd a plan of me own and I'd quit this place
C#sus4
C#sus4
C#
C#
F#
F#
when I came of age September.
Verse 6
C#sus4
C#sus4
These dead man's boots know their
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F#
way down the hill,
B
B
They can walk there themselves,
F#
F#
and they probably will.
B
B
I'd plenty of choices,
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C#
D#m
D#m
G#m
G#m
and plenty other routes,
C#sus4
C#sus4
An d he'd never see me walking in
F#
F#
E
E
these dead man's boots.
Verse 7
B
B
F#
F#
G#m
G#m
What was it made him think I'd be happy
C#sus4
C#sus4
ending up like him?
B
B
C#
C#
B
B
When he'd hardly got two halfpennies left,
C#
C#
G#m
G#m
C#sus4
C#sus4
or a broken pot to piss in.
B
B
F#
F#
He wanted this same thing for me,
G#m
G#m
C#sus4
C#sus4
was that his final wish?
He said,
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B
C#sus4
C#sus4
B
B
"What the hell are ye gonna do?"
F#sus4
F#sus4
F#m
F#m
F#
F#
I said, "Anything but this!"
Verse 8
C#sus4
C#sus4
These dead man's boots know their
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F#
way down the hill,
B
B
They can walk there themselves
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F#
and they most likely will.
B
B
But they won't walk with me
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F#
'cos I'm off the other way,
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B
I've had it up to here,
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F#
I'm gonna have my say.
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B
When all ye've got left
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F#
is that cross on the wall?
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B
I want nothing from you,
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F#
I want nothing at all.
G#m
G#m
Not a pension, nor a pittance,
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F#
when your whole life is through,
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B
Get this through your head,
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C#
I'm nothing like you,
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B
C#
C#
I'm done with all the arguments,
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B
G#m
G#m
there'll be no more dispute,
C#sus4
C#sus4
And ye'll die before ye see me
F#m
F#m
G#m
G#m
C#sus4
C#sus4
in your dead man's boots.

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