Riot – 49Er (Guitar)

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Tabbed by: http://www.andreasvockrodt.de [Intro] Em [Verse]
Em             G
They all, were losers,

    A             C D
And none had a dime.

         Em       G
And they all drew pictures,

   A                         C D
Of what was stored in their minds.

Em            G
Questions and answers,

            A          C  D
Filled with fables and rhymes.

Em                 G
Headed west was a '49er,

A
To stake his new shrine.
[Chorus]
C
Some never made,

       D
Their dreams come to life.

Em
Many men fell from a gun or a knife.

C                 D
They grew old and weary,

    B
And ashamed,

       C            D
Of the stories they told,

                    Em
And the wealth that they gained.
[Verse 2]
        Em          G
But the road, was a rough one,

         A                 C D
Wind and hills were their foe.

    Em            G
And no man, was a low man,

     A                   C D
They were too young to know.

Em                G
Headed west was a 49er,

A                    C      D
Get rich quick, live life finer.

Em            G             A
On and on and on, the story goes.
[Chorus 2]
C
Some never made,

       D
Their dreams come to life.

Em
Many men fell from a gun or a knife.

C                 D
They grew old and weary,

    B
And ashamed,

       C            D
Of the stories they told,

                    Em
And the wealth that they gained.
[Interlude] Em D Em D Em G Em D Em D Em A Em D Em D Em G Em D Em D Em A [Solo] Em D Em D Em G Em D Em D Em A Em D Em D Em G Em D Em D Em A Bm A Bm A Bm D Bm A Bm A Bm E Bm A Bm A Bm D Bm A Bm A Bm E C D Em C D B C D Em C D B [Interlude] Em [Verse 3]
    Em            G
Now rich man, and poor,

       A           C D
Aren't equal to one.

         Em         G
And they follow the stars,

      A               C D
Once the journey's begun.

Em                G
Shines the gleam, in their eye,

        A                 C D
And the song in their heart.

       Em         G
If the land don't shred his mind,

      A
It'll tear his soul apart.
[Chorus 3]
C
Some never made,

       D
Their dreams come to life.

Em
Many men fell from a gun or a knife.

C                 D
They grew old and weary,

    B
And ashamed,

       C            D
Of the stories they told,

                    Em
And the wealth that they gained.

C
Some never made,

       D
Their dreams come to life.

Em
Many men fell from a gun or a knife.

C                 D
They grew old and weary,

    B
And ashamed,

       C            D
Of the stories they told,

                    Em
And the wealth that they gained.
[Outro] C Em C B Em D C A Em