Loud Son

Emaj7 - 079800


[Instrumental]
E C#m


[Intro]
     E   C#m
Some son cold hands and
E    C#m
You,       a
E          C#m    E          C#m
Black suit would
   A          E
A mirror wrote
          A        E
about the sin your praise


[Chorus]
     E
Then come home my children
          F#m                                  A     C#m
cause the priests are getting tired of making amends     again


[Instrumental]
E C#m


[Verse]
                E                 C#m
I'll play some music that we both like
             E                 C#m
And push the table against the wall
           E                 C#m                 E                 C#m
So there's room to dance all night
        Emaj7                   C#m7
You had nothing to do with that sunset
             A                F#m
That's why I keep it close at hand
            A                   G#m
But still I can't wait to go to sleep
            A             G#m
In a bed of freshly made sheets, alone


[Chorus]
E
Come home my children
          F#m                                  A     C#m
cause the priests are getting tired of making amends     again