Terrible Thing(Chords)

	        
Intro: Eb Eb Eb Eb 

Verse 1:
 
    Eb             Bb                  Eb 
The parking lot is rammed with shotgun pickup trucks 
       Ab                               Eb 
At the Jones Rubber plant where all the guys end up 
Ab                                        Eb 
Beer-drinking boy scouts living life like they ain't stuck 
         Cm              Bb                      Ab 
On these quicksand streets with their girls in a sling 
          Cm             Bb                  Eb 
I'm in my bedroom on the verge of a terrible thing 


Verse 2:
 
                Eb              Bb        Eb 
Around here, we all take up our cross and hang on His holy name 
        Ab                                         Eb 
But the cards that I was dealt will get you thrown out of the game 
    Ab                                                 Eb 
Hey momma, can't you see your boy is wrapped up in the strangle silk 
        Cm        Bb                 Ab 
Of this cobweb town where culture is king? 
          Cm             Bb                  Eb 
I'm in my bedroom on the verge of a terrible thing 


 
           Ab    Cm                  Eb 
I close my eyes     and think of the water 
           Ab          Cm            Bb 
Out at the Salt Creek     when I was young 



Verse 3:
 
Eb               Bb             Eb 
Down at Old Mill Park, half the town's in tow 
   Ab                              Eb 
To crown the Bathing Beauty of the rodeo 
          Ab                                     Eb 
While her mother fights back proud tears a young cowboy gives the nod 
          Cm                Bb                     Ab 
The chute opens, bull draws blood, and the gift is accepted by God 
          Cm                Bb                     Ab 
The chute opens, bull draws blood, and the gift is accepted by God 
        Cm                Bb                Ab 
In this barbed wire town     of barbed wire dreams 
          Cm             Bb                  Eb 
I'm in my bedroom on the verge of a terrible thing 


 
           Ab    Cm                  Eb 
I close my eyes     and think of the water 
           Ab          Cm            Bb 
Out at the Salt Creek     when I was young 
           Ab    Cm                  Eb 
I close my eyes     and think of the water 
                Ab     Cm            Bb 
Out at the Salt Creek     when I was young 

	        

Written by Brandon Flowers