Frank Turner – My Kingdom For A Horse (Guitar)

          Em
Would you pick your clothes up, put your clothes on, 

                     Gm
Pack your things and go?

    D        F            E
I'm tired of sinking this low.

Em                                      Gm
Awkward semi-naked coffee conversations fade

D
Quicker than mistakes that were made.

Em                                                    Gm
Mornings when I'm coming down, being driven round the bend, 

         D             E
Make for days when I'm losing my friends

Am                 Em                 C                    D              C     G
For all the little things that I have done and cannot make amends.

                       C                              D
Don't you ever kind of wish that the world would just stop?

G                             C                        D
     That the band would pack up and the curtain would drop?

G                               C                                  D
     I've been stuck inside the same old nights, the same old days off, 

      A                      C                Em
And I need you now because I can't get out of this.

F    Em
     Clean your mirrors, roll your notes out, 

               Gm
Put your cards away.

D                                            Em
     That's a game that I don't want to play anymore.

                 G
My head is sore, my throat is raw, and what's more

D                                        E
I'm fifty pounds down to feel empty and poor, 

Am              Em            G                             D              C      G
Remembering the things that I believed when I was sober and sure.          Yeah.

                       C                              D
Don't you ever kind of wish that the world would just stop?

G                             C                        D
     That the band would pack up and the curtain would drop?

G                               C                                  D
     I've been stuck inside the same old nights, the same old days off, 

      A                      C                
And I need you now because I can't get out of this.

        Em     Fm G     A
And I'm trying to speak straight,

        C                        Bm        A
But I'm drunk and I'm lonely and you won't believe me, 

        Em     Fm G   A
And I'm trying to move straight, 

         C                       Bm         A
But I've been up for days and it scares you away, 

        Em     Fm G    A
And I'm trying to keep straight, 

    C
But I'd trade it all for just five minutes more

        Bm        A                G      D
Of your wandering hands with their simple demands that are

Am                            G                          D
All the things I ever wanted, better than the powder and pills,

F     Dm
Honey you're 

Am                            G                                   D
All the things I ever needed, the only thing that doesn't seem to kill, 

     F                  
That still makes me smile.

C                             F                                 G
     So if I tell you all the little things that I think that I need,   Yeah

C                                     F                             G
     Will you tell me how to tell the world from the woods from the trees?

C                                   F                        G
     Because I've been stuck inside this comforting familiar disease, 

      D            F
And I need you now because I can't get out, 

    D                   F
And all over Europe the lights are going out, 

        D                                   F
And I'm pulling down the curtain, but every time I reach out

       Am
You're gone.