Jesse Welles – Grapes Of Wrath (Guitar)

             C                 Am
I know your son is handicapped

                C     C
and it can't be easy

         F                                               C
All the useless platitudes we all say on the way to our evenings

                F                                    Dm   C   Dm
I've seen some brand name hate in some generic human be-e-e-e-eings

                                       G                    C   C
People say they wanna change but they don't know what they mean

              G/B     Am            F              C       C
You can never know a loss like the gaping wound inside you

 G               Am         F                G    G
Gnawing at your mind every building you walk into

E7      Am               F
  If I sing a song of joy

                      Dm   C     Dm
Who the hell would belie-e-e-e-e-eve

     N.C.                              G    N.C.            C      C
If I press the grapes of wrath is the juice even worth the squeeze

            C            Am
I know you loved your dad

              C
And now he's dead

                F                                  C    C
Y'all had some stuff to sort out now it won't get said

                F                                    Dm   C   Dm
I've seen some brand name hate in some generic human be-e-e-e-eings

                                       G                    C   C
People say they wanna change but they don't know what they mean

              G/B     Am            F              C       C
You can never know a loss like the gaping wound inside you

        G/B      Am         F                G    G
Gnawing on your mind every building you walk into

E7      Am               F
  If I sing a song of joy

                      Dm   C     Dm
Who the hell would belie-e-e-e-e-eve

                                       G    N.C.            C      C
If I press the grapes of wrath is the juice even worth the squeeze

                         F
What will happen to the shirt that you wore on your birthday

                        Dm
When you realized everything was mostly a feeling

                      F                        Dm
And you blew out the candles on your birthday cake

                   F                     Dm   C   Dm
Everything was surreal your mother was a fa-a-a-a-ake

             C                C Dm
What's this strange traditionn?

                    C    C
What's the cult of years

                F                       G
I thought we'd press the grapes of wrath

                    C    C
Instead we all got beers

              G/B     Am            F              C       C
You can never know a loss like the gaping wound inside you

        G/B      Am         F                G     G
Gnawing on your mind every building you walk into

E7      Am               F
  If I sing a song of joy

                      Dm   C     Dm
Who the hell would belie-e-e-e-e-eve

                                       G                    C      C
If I press the grapes of wrath is the juice even worth the squeeze