Dead man's boots: accordi di
Sting
Sting

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Tonalità: F major
Verse 1
B
B
F#
F#
D#m
D#m
F#
F#
B
B
D#m
D#m
F#
F#
You
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B
D#m
D#m
F#
F#
see these work boots in my hands,
they'll probably fit ye now my son,
E
E
F#
F#
G#m
G#m
F#
F#
Take them, they're a gift from me,
C#m
C#m
F#sus4
F#sus4
why don't you try them on?
B
B
F#
F#
It would do your old man good to see
B
B
F#
F#
you walking in these boots one day,
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E
F#
F#
G#m
G#m
And take your place among the men
C#m
C#m
F#sus4
F#sus4
B
B
who work upon the slipway.
Verse 2
F#sus4
F#sus4
These dead man's boots,
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B
though they're old and curled,
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E
B
B
When a feller needs a job and a place in the world,
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E
F#
F#
And it's time for a man
G#m
G#m
C#m
C#m
to put down roots,
F#sus4
F#sus4
And walk to the river in his old man's boots.
B
B
D#m
D#m
F#
F#
Verse 3
B
B
F#sus4
F#sus4
He said, "I'm nearly done and asking this,
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F#
that ye do one final thing for me!
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E
F#
F#
You're barely but a sapling,
G#m
G#m
F#
F#
C#m
C#m
F#sus4
F#sus4
and you think that you're a tree.
B
B
F#sus4
F#sus4
If ye need a seed to prosper,
ye must first put down some roots.
E
E
F#
F#
G#m
G#m
C#m
C#m
Just one foot then the other in
F#sus4
F#sus4
these dead man's boots."
Verse 4
B
B
F#sus4
F#sus4
These dead man's boots
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B
know their way down the hill,
E
E
They could walk there themselves,
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B
and they probably will.
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E
F#
F#
There's a place for ye there
G#m
G#m
C#m
C#m
to sink your roots,
F#
F#
And take a walk down the river in these
F#sus4
F#sus4
B
B
C#m
C#m
dead man's boots.
B
B
I said,
Verse 5
E
E
B
B
"Why in the Hell would I do that?
C#m
C#m
F#sus4
F#sus4
And why would I agree?"
E
E
F#
F#
G#m
G#m
When his hand was all that I'd received,
F#
F#
C#m
C#m
F#sus4
F#sus4
as far as I remember.
E
E
B
B
It's not as if he'd spoiled me with
C#m
C#m
F#sus4
F#sus4
his kindness up to then ye see.
E
E
F#
F#
G#m
G#m
C#m
C#m
I'd a plan of me own and I'd quit this place
F#sus4
F#sus4
F#
F#
B
B
when I came of age September.
Verse 6
F#sus4
F#sus4
These dead man's boots know their
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B
way down the hill,
E
E
They can walk there themselves,
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B
and they probably will.
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E
I'd plenty of choices,
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F#
G#m
G#m
C#m
C#m
and plenty other routes,
F#sus4
F#sus4
An d he'd never see me walking in
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B
A
A
these dead man's boots.
Verse 7
E
E
B
B
C#m
C#m
What was it made him think I'd be happy
F#sus4
F#sus4
ending up like him?
E
E
F#
F#
E
E
When he'd hardly got two halfpennies left,
F#
F#
C#m
C#m
F#sus4
F#sus4
or a broken pot to piss in.
E
E
B
B
He wanted this same thing for me,
C#m
C#m
F#sus4
F#sus4
was that his final wish?
He said,
E
E
F#sus4
F#sus4
E
E
"What the hell are ye gonna do?"
Bsus4
Bsus4
Bm
Bm
B
B
I said, "Anything but this!"
Verse 8
F#sus4
F#sus4
These dead man's boots know their
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B
way down the hill,
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E
They can walk there themselves
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B
and they most likely will.
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E
But they won't walk with me
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B
'cos I'm off the other way,
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E
I've had it up to here,
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B
I'm gonna have my say.
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E
When all ye've got left
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B
is that cross on the wall?
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E
I want nothing from you,
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B
I want nothing at all.
C#m
C#m
Not a pension, nor a pittance,
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B
when your whole life is through,
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E
Get this through your head,
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F#
I'm nothing like you,
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E
F#
F#
I'm done with all the arguments,
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E
C#m
C#m
there'll be no more dispute,
F#sus4
F#sus4
And ye'll die before ye see me
Bm
Bm
C#m
C#m
F#sus4
F#sus4
in your dead man's boots.

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