Free


Luke Doucet – Free Tabbed by Wil-man-101 Standard Tuning INTRO e|--------------------------------------------| B|--------------------------------------------| D|--------------------------------------------| G|-----------------------------------------12-| A|-3-3-3-3-3-5-6-7-8-9-10-10-10-10-10-10-10---| E|--------------------------------------------| e|---------------------------------| B|---------------------------------| D|---------------------------------| G|---------------------------------| A|-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-----------------| E|-----------------4-4-4-4-1-1-1-1-| e|----------------------------| B|----------------------------| D|----------------------------| G|----------------------------| A|-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3------------| E|-----------------3--3--3--3-| (This part is actually played on bass, but I use it to fill the first few bars before the guitar comes in.) Well I'm free, I'm free like the world, I am I'm higher than the moon and so much higher still to go I'm dancing on the silver star, my boot prints on the white-wall tire (Guitar begins) C G See, see everyone's beautiful C Ab Beautiful and terrified by the sun Cm that's rising up in the east G Ab I gotta find my way home soon C G or I'll just drown in my delight C G Am And if I stumble my way through another year of blindness F Dm C I don't deserve to come down from these drugs inside my brain G Am And if I fumble my way to the people who are mindless F Dm C G I guess I get what's coming to me and my evil wicked ways C G Run, faster than light through me C You can soak my nerves in this vibration Ab Riding through your imagination C Boot prints on the yellow fire G My footprints on the gilded star Cm G But death, it's more than I can bear tonight C Ab It's not the thought of being gone or the dark that I don't like G Ab C G But more confused by the emptiness of breath (where does it go?) C G Am And if I stumble my way through another year of blindness F Dm C I don't deserve to come down from these drugs inside my brain G Am And if I stumble my way to the people who are mindless F Dm C I guess I get what's coming to me and my evil wicked ways The rules I make have just lost the way G like guarantees and beds we make Am While life goes on for bread and cake F Dm the ground it rumbles cracks and shakes C Underfoot the bugs and snakes G Am they carry us, they carry us away from here F And underground it's happy deep Dm where you go down C Oh, hallelujah, God is great G You're never wrong, you're never late Am 'Cause he designs these pretty things F Dm C I, when I die, I simply go alone.