Field Report Ambrosia chords

Ambrosia by Field Report

SONG:   AMBROSIA
ARTIST: FIELD REPORT
TAB BY: DON CZARSKI
EMAIL:  [email protected]

                AMBROSIA
              FIELD REPORT

INTRO:  G

VERSE:
C                 D
 Looking for the Win Win
G                       C
 In all this wishfull drinking
                         D
Got me thinking that I ought to 
             G
Pray in wordless groans
    C               D
And be fed ambrosia by the doves
            G                 C
But they'd hold me to what I said once
                D                      G
Years or hours ago, I can’t be trusted only thrown


CHORUS:
    Em                   C
And I keep spinning my wheels
    Em                   C   
And I keep spinning my wheels
  G        D      C
Nothing's gonna change
  G         D     C     G  
Nothing's gonna change


VERSE: 
C                            D        
 I keep dreaming 'bout the sheriff's kid
G               C
 Who I used to chew Skoal with
                     D                   G   C  D
He was cruel to the other kids just for fun 
C                       D
Always sought them out later on
        G                      C
But I never had the stones to tell him off
                D
He died alone years ago
      G
On a golf course with a gun

 
CHORUS:
    Em                      C
And I'm here, spinning my wheels
    Em                      C
And I'm here, spinning my wheels
            G            D     C
And maybe something's gonna change
        G         D     C     G
Maybe nothing's gonna change



VERSE:
C                   D
 Time was I could stand up straight
       G                        C
But I lost my balance with the ballast weight
                D           G    D  D7  Bm7
Cast over the gunnels overboard
          C                    D
Now I got nothing left to push up against
           G         C
But this imgainary resonance
               D                        G   C  
Staring at a spot out on the opposite shore

 
BREAK:
G          C            D
 And that old familiar well throat burn 
       G               C
Of a drunk who really got hurt
                 D                       G   D
Don't worry baby we got the past on the run
Bm     C                     D
  And despite our sins, we would not sink 
          G              C
We were buoyed by your brackish grace
                        D
In our mouths, like an ocean drink,
    G                 C
We salt shown in the sun
                              D
And the grackles learned the car alarms
 G               C
Keeping all the neighbors warned and lovers armed
D                    G
 I do believe we're going down


CHORUS/OUTRO:
    Em                   C
And I keep spinning my wheels
    Em                   C
And I keep spinning my wheels
        G        D      C
Maybe nothing's gonna change
        G          D      C
Maybe something's gonna change
        G         D     C
Maybe nothing's gonna change