Nathan Moore - Dear Puppeteer
Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 9:54 pm
capo 2, chords relative to capo
verse: Em G C
i was carved from a block of wood a thousand years old
by a boy who gave me my eyes and arms and legs
he's gettin pretty good at gettin me to do as i'm told
he can't hear me
i beg
chorus: G C
my six strings one head one mouth two hands two feet
my six strings dont wanna but im walking down this model street
gonna write a letter
Am Bm C D
G C
dear puppeteer
i dont wanna play here
i don't wanna stay here
Am Bm C D
dear puppeteer
G walkup to Em, back to verse
look close look close you can almost see me breathin
look up look up theres a young man with a cross
some nights the lights just right so you cant see them
but they're always there
so im aware whos boss
my six strings one head one mouth two hands two feet
my six strings without em i fall down in a heap
gonna write a letter
dear puppeteer
i dont wanna play here
i don't wanna stay here
dear puppeteer
instrumental (harmonica)
to whom it may concern yes i am complaining
i've been thinkin
and it's been hurting my brain
i am always young but he is aging
its different now
some things never change
like my six strings one head one mouth two hands two feet
my six strings i cant be still and still be me
gonna write that letter
dear puppeteer
i dont wanna play here
i don't wanna stay here
dear puppeteer
i dont wanna play here
i don't wanna stay here
dear puppeteer
verse: Em G C
i was carved from a block of wood a thousand years old
by a boy who gave me my eyes and arms and legs
he's gettin pretty good at gettin me to do as i'm told
he can't hear me
i beg
chorus: G C
my six strings one head one mouth two hands two feet
my six strings dont wanna but im walking down this model street
gonna write a letter
Am Bm C D
G C
dear puppeteer
i dont wanna play here
i don't wanna stay here
Am Bm C D
dear puppeteer
G walkup to Em, back to verse
look close look close you can almost see me breathin
look up look up theres a young man with a cross
some nights the lights just right so you cant see them
but they're always there
so im aware whos boss
my six strings one head one mouth two hands two feet
my six strings without em i fall down in a heap
gonna write a letter
dear puppeteer
i dont wanna play here
i don't wanna stay here
dear puppeteer
instrumental (harmonica)
to whom it may concern yes i am complaining
i've been thinkin
and it's been hurting my brain
i am always young but he is aging
its different now
some things never change
like my six strings one head one mouth two hands two feet
my six strings i cant be still and still be me
gonna write that letter
dear puppeteer
i dont wanna play here
i don't wanna stay here
dear puppeteer
i dont wanna play here
i don't wanna stay here
dear puppeteer