roll up this ad to continue
IN PIECES INTRO: F#m |---------------------|------------------|---------------------------------- |---------------------|------------------|---------------------------------- |---r4--2--4--2-------|----2-------------|---------------------------------- |----------------4--2-|-4-----4~~~~~~~~--|----2---2---2----2/4~~~~~~~~~~---- |---------------------|------------------|-/4---4---4---2------------------- |---------------------|------------------|---------------------------------- 1 |---------------------|------------------|---------------------------------- |---------------------|------------------|---------------------------------- |--r4--2--4---2-------|----2-------------|---------------------------------- |---------------4--2--|--4----4~~~~~~----|-----2-----2---------------------- |---------------------|------------------|--4-----4-----2^r(2)-------------- |---------------------|------------------|-----------------------4---2~~~~-- Verse: F#m The dining room fell silent E I can't believe what I just said Bm I just told my dad he's full of it C#7 And I watched his face turn red F#m Well, then I should've said, 'I'm sorry' D But I matched him shout for shout Bm I can still hear that screen door slammin' C#7 F#m The night I called him out 1 1 |----------------------|---------------------------------------------------- |-------5--------------|---------------------------------------------------- |--4^------4^--r(4)-2--|---------------1------------------------------------ |----------------------|--4----2--4----------------------------------------- |----------------------|---------------------------------------------------- |----------------------|---------------------------------------------------- Chorus: A E Bm F#m He said, 'Son, it's gonna hurt me more than it hurts you' 1 |--------------------------------------------------------------------------- |--------------------------------------------------------------------------- |---------1----4-----4^----------------------------------------------------- |----4---------------------------------------------------------------------- |--------------------------------------------------------------------------- |--------------------------------------------------------------------------- Bm E C#7 But somehow I couldn't help but have my doubts 1 |-----------------|--------------------------------------------------------- |-----------------|-------------------------------------------------------- |--------------4--|----4-----4^-------r(4)---------------------------------- |-------3---------|--------------------------------------------------------- |--4--------------|--------------------------------------------------------- |-----------------|--------------------------------------------------------- A E Bm F#m 'Cause I'd seen my older brothers crawl back in the house - -Hold- - 1 |----------12---------------|----------------------------------------------- |---12^-------12-r(12)--10--|----------------------------------------------- |---------------------------|--11~~~~~~~------------------------------------ |---------------------------|----------------------------------------------- |---------------------------|----------------------------------------------- |---------------------------|----------------------------------------------- Bm E F#m Each time they called the old man out PLAY INTRO Verse: Fist to fist and eye to eye Standin' toe to toe He would've let me walk away But I just would not let it go Years of my frustration Had lead me to this night Now he'll pay for all the times that he's been right Chorus: Bridge: F#m It was over in a minute E That's when I realized Bm The blood came from my mouth and nose C#7 But the tears came from my eyes F#m And in a memory of that fateful night D I know the greatest pain was his Bm F#m And I just pray some day I'm half the man he is Chorus: Just like my older brothers crawled back in the house 1 1 |--12^----r(12)------------------------------------------------------------- |-----------------12^--r(12)--10--12---------------------------------------- |--------------------------------------11~~~~~~~~~-------------------------- |--------------------------------------------------------------------------- |--------------------------------------------------------------------------- |--------------------------------------------------------------------------- The night I called the old man out Nathan Mutti ([email protected]) (Http://www-vms.oit.umass.edu/~nmutti)
Written by Pat Alger/Garth Brooks/Kim Williams
unlimited access to hundreds of video lessons and much more starting from
* regarding the bi-annualy membership