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I based this tab off of this video of Mat playing acoustic. http://youtu.be/TtfQJhAHnFo Capo: 4th fret The song (except for the bridge) is basically these four chords throughout its entirety: Am G F C [ Tab from: http://www.guitaretab.com/m/mat-kearney/287973.html ] Am G F C Your poker face ain’t fooling nobody, nobody here Am G F C We’ve all felt the flame and shed those same tears Am G F C Driving home to a one man hell, still counting years, still counting years Am G F C Hey brother we’re all learning to love again Am G F C ‘Cause that was the real you running through the fields of gold wide open Am G F C Standing in places no picture contains Am G F C That was the real you, windows down, we could smell the mint fields crying Am G F C Sing with the radio to song we can’t name Am G F C That was the real you saying, “Maybe I’m not too young to be a cowboy.” Am G F C Hey brother, we’re all learning to love again Am G F C Hey brother, we’re all learning to love again Am G F C Making up your bed that day on a foreign floor between foreign walls Am G F C Thinking ’bout the words you’d say to a phone that never calls Am G F C Feel the weight of your father’s ring and all those dreams, and all those dreams Am G F C Hey brother, we’re all learning to love again Am G F C ‘Cause that was the real you running through the fields of gold wide open Am G F C Standing in places no picture contains Am G F C That was the real you, windows down, we could smell the mint fields crying Am G F C Sing with the radio to song we can’t name Am G F C That was the real you saying, “Maybe I’m not too young to be a cowboy.” Am G F C Hey brother, we’re all learning to love again Am G F C Hey brother, we’re all learning to love again Am G F C ‘Cause that was the real you standing there in the shape of your body Am G F C Fear don’ know no love when we’re all the same Am G F C That was the real you looking back across the water Am G F C Tears falling like rain, drops rippling against the shame Am G F C That was the real you singing hallelujah, looking down a barrel Am G F C Hey brother, we’re all learning to love again Am G F C Hey brother, we’re all learning to love again |