Frank Turner – Out Of Breath (Guitar)

Em
Somewhere down the road,

               Am
Well there's a ditch or there's a hole

               G                   B7               Em
That marks the spot where you will lie when you are cold.

            Em
And you can run and you can hide,

            Am
And you can bitch and you can whine,

           G     B7       C
But you'll never save your life.

G               Am     G           Am
  When you meet death,   be out of breath,

    C                     B7
And say you're pleased to see him because you're tired.

            Em
Now you can go down with the wreck

           Am
Or you can scurry from the deck

               G                B7            Em
But there's no way to save your skinny little neck,

            Em                                 Am
And you can pray to who you please and you can fall down on your knees,

         G         B7        C
But your feet will still get wet.

G               Am     G           Am
  When you meet death,   be out of breath,

    C                     B7                     F
And say you're pleased to see him because you're tired

                                    C
Of wondering how much time you have left,

                                   Bb
Of worrying that you're no good at chess,  It's your funeral anyway;

Am     G    F                Am   G   F   D
Choose your game, then let's play.

Em    Am     G B7 C 
                    Yeeeaaah!

G               Am     G           Am
  When you meet death,   be out of breath,

    C                     B7
And say you're pleased to see him

               C                B7
In fact you're waiting for this meeting,

         C                B7
And well frankly his time-keeeping

         Am          D
Leaves a lot to be desired,

   C                B7                 Em     Em/G  Em/F#  Em/F  Em
So tell that hooded huckster that he's fired.