Three Fingers In(Chords)

	        
, standard tuning 

G Am Em C 

Well it would take a mountain of men to move me 
And that would be a long way from the way that you spoke and your head so clearly  
without break or breath words redefining 
I was stuck on my pride and the skin and the sinking it in you told me wipe your brow  
clean me off give me time to figure it out 

some songs we could sing and never mean it 
some songs lay the rain and you hate the few who are bold 
some burn up the sleeve and drive too far to remember 

well I wasn't lost, I was here I was three fingers in 
I was the junkyard and the bumper for the few feeling left 
I was the cold man and the ice on the sheets of the trenched and the soaking wet 

Well id be the bit and the rains that broke all the teeth in the mouth 
and id be the whip on the foreskin for the few that had some left to spare 

some songs we could sing and never mean it 
some songs lay the rain and you hate the few who are bold 
some burn up the sleeve and drive too far to remember 

AAAAAAAAAAAH 
AAAAAAAAAAAH 
AAAAAAAAAAAH 
AAAAAAAAAAAH