Brandi Carlile – Hold Out Your Hand (Guitar)

    E
I run a lot of miles of life and crime

   A
Of mountain climbs and quittin' times

C#m
Packing that load of lyin' rhymes

    B
And tired jokes and wooden dimes

    A                 C#m                 B
I've been everybody's friend, everybody's friend

        E
I could lose my house, I could steal a car

        E
I could serve two masters, living hard

E
Living like a dog in a cage in a yard

       E                                           A
With a fist full of cold hard cash and I can't let go

                        C#m                            B
The devil can't have my soul, the devil can't get your soul

                         A      A
The devil can't get your soul

E                 A
   Hold out your hand

                   C#m
Take hold of mine now

                    B7
Round and round we go

E                   A
   Don't you wanna dance

             C#m
I'm a dying man

                     B7
From the moment we began

              E
Hold out your hand

                          A
Ba da da, ba da da, ba da da

                          C#m
Ba da da, ba da da, ba da da

                          B7
Ba da da, ba da da, ba da da

    E
The hand comes around and the trumpet sounds

        A
And his number calls and the moment he falls

        C#m                               B
And the haunted halls of man he will understand

              A                    C#m
He will comprehend, he will not pretend

               B
He will not pretend

         E
When the rain don't fall and the river don't run

        E
And the wind takes orders from the blazing sun

    E
The devil don't break with a fiery snake

        E                                      A
And you had about as goddamn much as you can take

                       C#m                           B
The devil don't take a break, the devil don't take a break

                        A       A
The devil don't take no break

E                 A
   Hold out your hand

                   C#m
Take hold of mine now

                    B7
Round and round we go

E                   A
   Don't you wanna dance

             C#m
I'm a dying man

                     B7
From the moment we began

              E
Hold out your hand

                          A
Ba da da, ba da da, ba da da

                          C#m
Ba da da, ba da da, ba da da

                          B7
Ba da da, ba da da, ba da da

         E
Well, he came to my door to sell me the fear

          E
With some cameras and bullets and tension and

          E
Here is a license for killing your own native son

      E                                   A
For a careless mistake and a fake plastic gun?

      C#m       B       B/A   B/G#
(Come on!)

  E
Deliver your brother from violence and greed

        E
For the mountains, lay down for your faith like a seed

  E
A morning is coming of silver and light

            E                                        A
There'll be color and language and nobody wanting to fight

                C#m
What a glorious sight!

                B        B/C#   B/D#
What a glorious sight!

E                            A
   Ba da da, ba da da, ba da da

                          C#m
Ba da da, ba da da, ba da da

                          B7
Ba da da, ba da da, ba da da

E                 A
   Hold out your hand

                   C#m
Take hold of mine now

                    B7
Round and round we go

E                   A
   Don't you wanna dance

             C#m
I'm a dying man

                     B7
From the moment we began

              E
Hold out your hand

E                            A
   Ba da da, ba da da, ba da da

                          C#m
Ba da da, ba da da, ba da da

                          B7
Ba da da, ba da da, ba da da