Portugal. The Man – Gold Fronts (Guitar)

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[Intro]
Dm                                                 C     Bb
  The sun bent down and spoke with the last of the lips

Dm                                     C     Bb
  They spoke of hell and things they'd never miss
[Bridge]
Dm
  Bridge shelter and the cold creek bed

     C             Bb
That breaks backs and leads eyes down

Dm
  Faces drag against the dirt

    C                  Bb
And ears living in that muddy sound

          Dm
Where the white whales roll just once a year

        C                             Bb
And the arm feeds the hatchet with an African appetite

Dm
Matched machetes sparkle shine

    C                      Bb          A    
And shape that small-scale guillotine
[Chorus]
          Dm                      C        Bb
I've been getting pretty sleeping in these boxes

           Dm                      C       Bb
With those blackened mule faces outside my door

    Dm        C   Bb
Shouting, shouting

    Dm        C   Bb
Shouting, shouting

| Dm    | %    | Dm   | %     |
  Oohhhh         Oohhhh 
[Verse]
    Dm
The club met the seal and the seal met the dog

     C                      Bb
That carried the man to the end of the trail

         Dm
Where they walked down the streets

C                    Bb
Pavement (was) black beneath their feet

Dm
I (have been)

  C                                Bb
having a little trouble with these black glass lungs

Dm
And  I'm

C                           Bb                 A  
dealing with the man with the gold tooth grin
[Chorus]
          Dm                      C        Bb
I've been getting pretty sleeping in these boxes

           Dm                      C       Bb
With those blackened mule faces outside my door

    Dm        C   Bb
Shouting, shouting

    Dm        C   Bb
Shouting, shouting

| Dm    | %   | Dm   | %    |
  Oohhhh        Oohhhh 
[Instrumental] | Dm | % | % | A | | A | Dm | Gm | % | | Dm | % | % | A | | A | Dm | Gm | % | | A | % | % | % | [Chorus]
          Dm             C        G        Bb
I've been getting pretty sleeping in these boxes

    Dm             C        G       Bb
The blackened mule faces outside my door

    Dm   C    G   Bb
Shouting, shouting

    Dm   C    G    Bb
Shouting, shouting
[Instrumental] | G | % | F | % | [Outro]
Gm      F   
Oohhhh

Gm      F   
Oohhhh

Gm      F   
Oohhhh

Gm      F   
Oohhhh

Gm      F   
Oohhhh