The Rifle by Alela Diane Alela Diane - The Rifle Capo 2 Am7 : 002010 C : 032010 C/B : 020010 Em : 022000 Picking Intro & verse : C C/B Am7 Am7 e|-----------------| B|---1---1---1---1-| G|-0---0---0---0---| D|--2---0---2---2--| A|3---2---0---0----| E|-----------------| Intro : C C/B Am7 Am7 x2 C C/B Am7 Am7 I've been knockin' on that door in my sleep C C/B Am7 Am7 Fighting the fireplace glow C C/B Am7 Am7 Knockin' on that door in my sleep C C/B Am7 Am7 Fighting the fireplace glow Am7 Am7 To keep me away Am7 Am7 G G G G e|-----------------------------------------| B|---1---1----0----0----0----0-------------| G|-0---0------0----0----0----0-------------| D|--2---2-----0----0----0----0-------------| A|0---0------------------------------------| E|----------3----3----3----3---------------| Am7 Am7 G G G G To keep me away from home Picking chorus : C Em C Em e|-----------------------------------------| B|------1------0------1------0-------------| G|------0------0------0------0-------------| D|---0--2---0--2---0--2---0--2-------------| A|-2---3--3---2--2---3--3---2--------------| E|-----------------------------------------| C Em C Em Papa, get the rifle from its place above the French doors! C Em They're comin' from the woods! C Em Oh! They're comin' from the woods! C Em And mama you're running too C Em Oh! My mama, you're running too C Em Mama you're running too C Em Oh! My mama, you're running too C Em C Em Brother, I'm so sorry that you watched the paintings burn C C/B Am7 Am7 I've been holding onto the gold C C/B Am7 Am7 When letting go would free my hand C C/B Am7 Am7 And I've been tying your tongue in a knot C C/B Am7 Am7 Oh! I've been tying your tongue in a knot Am7 Am7 To wrap this death Am7 Am7 G G G G To wrap this death in a sheet C Em C Em Papa, get the rifle from its place above the French doors! C Em They're comin' from the woods! C Em Oh! They're comin' from the woods! C Em And mama you're running too C Em Oh! My mama, you're running too C Em Mama you're running too C Em Oh! My mama, you're running too C Em C Em Brother, I'm so sorry that you watched the paintings burn C C/B Am7 Am7 C C/B Am7 Am7 And I can't hide the dirty paths down that carpet anymore C C/B Am7 Am7 C C/B Am7 Am7 No, no, I can't hide the dirty paths down that carpet anymore C C/B Am7 Am7 There were too many heavy boots C C/B Am7 Am7 There were too many heavy boots C C/B Am7 Am7 There were too many heavy boots C C/B Am7 Am7 There were too many big black boots C C/B Am7 Am7 And there were too many little brown shoes Am7 Am7 G G G G Marching through C C/B Am7 Am7 So I'm counting it to the sky C C/B Am7 Am7 Oh! I'm counting it to the sky C C/B Am7 Am7 I'm counting it to the sky C C/B Am7 Am7 Oh! I'm counting it to the sky Am7 Am7 Am7 Am7 Moving back, oh I'm Am7 Am7 G (strum) Moving back to face the lack of home www.TAB6.com