Biography:
Bobby Long (September 18, 1985) is a British singer-songwriter whose largely acoustic body of work has its roots in folk. Born Robert Thomas Long in Wigan, near Manchester, he moved at age 4 to Calne in Wiltshire, where he grew up, though he still holds deep roots in Wigan. He currently resides in New York, NY.
Long recorded the 10-song collection Dirty Pond Songs in his London bedroom, traffic noises and all. “Left to Lie” from Dirty Pond Songs
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This not 100% He goes up the neck and I couldn't figure it out but this sounds ok.
Any help would be appreciated.
Standard Tuning
(Verse 1)
D
And I see papers and papers
F
Stacked up in formation
C
That mean much before
G
They're lining the fire
D
As the bottomless heat goes
F
To harness your anger
C
Your blood and
G D
Your deepest desire
(Verse 2)
Because there's no truth stolen
F
That's been ever brought forward
C
By the minds of the writers
G
Looking face down on the gutter
D
Cause this world's full of thinkers
F
And suffragette speakers
C G
Who deny that they ever wear a dress
D
Oh, this god forsaken town is in a mess
(Chorus)
D
And all the truths been let out loose
F
Is desperate to amuse
C
As it grabs you by the throat
G
And strings out all the times you've used
D
But now you don't belong
F
You whisper when you speak
C
You turn yourself to nighttime
G D
You're trying to find your feet
C
So let me run, Lord
G
Lord, Lord, Lord
Run...
D
Lord, just let me run
C
So let me run, Lord
G
Lord, Lord, Lord
D
Lord, just let me run
Riff
(Verse 3)
D
But as the morning awakens
F
That light sends a shudder
C
The twist of hope that helped you down
G
Is left to rest and stir
D
You back down a hallway
F
To flourish the darkness
C
And fool yourself
G
You did it all for her
D
And him, and her
(Chorus)
D
And all the truths been let out loose
F
Is desperate to amuse
C
As it grabs you by the throat
G
And strings out all the times you've used
D
But now you don't belong
F
You whisper when you speak
C
You turn yourself to nighttime
G D
You're trying to find your feet
C
So let me run, Lord
G
Lord, Lord, Lord
Run...
D
Lord, just let me run
C
So let me run, Lord
G
Lord, Lord, Lord
D
Lord, just let me run
Outro
D
But I've seen your face before
F
Rich boy playing poor
C
Ravaging the whores
G
Ignoring constant calls
D
Now you don't belong
F
You whisper when you speak
C
You turn yourself to nighttime
G
You're trying to find your feet
C
So let me run, Lord
G
Lord, Lord, Lord
Run...
D
Lord, just let me run
C
So let me run, Lord
G
Lord, Lord, Lord
D
Lord, just let me run
Any help would be appreciated.
Standard Tuning
(Verse 1)
D
And I see papers and papers
F
Stacked up in formation
C
That mean much before
G
They're lining the fire
D
As the bottomless heat goes
F
To harness your anger
C
Your blood and
G D
Your deepest desire
(Verse 2)
Because there's no truth stolen
F
That's been ever brought forward
C
By the minds of the writers
G
Looking face down on the gutter
D
Cause this world's full of thinkers
F
And suffragette speakers
C G
Who deny that they ever wear a dress
D
Oh, this god forsaken town is in a mess
(Chorus)
D
And all the truths been let out loose
F
Is desperate to amuse
C
As it grabs you by the throat
G
And strings out all the times you've used
D
But now you don't belong
F
You whisper when you speak
C
You turn yourself to nighttime
G D
You're trying to find your feet
C
So let me run, Lord
G
Lord, Lord, Lord
Run...
D
Lord, just let me run
C
So let me run, Lord
G
Lord, Lord, Lord
D
Lord, just let me run
Riff
(Verse 3)
D
But as the morning awakens
F
That light sends a shudder
C
The twist of hope that helped you down
G
Is left to rest and stir
D
You back down a hallway
F
To flourish the darkness
C
And fool yourself
G
You did it all for her
D
And him, and her
(Chorus)
D
And all the truths been let out loose
F
Is desperate to amuse
C
As it grabs you by the throat
G
And strings out all the times you've used
D
But now you don't belong
F
You whisper when you speak
C
You turn yourself to nighttime
G D
You're trying to find your feet
C
So let me run, Lord
G
Lord, Lord, Lord
Run...
D
Lord, just let me run
C
So let me run, Lord
G
Lord, Lord, Lord
D
Lord, just let me run
Outro
D
But I've seen your face before
F
Rich boy playing poor
C
Ravaging the whores
G
Ignoring constant calls
D
Now you don't belong
F
You whisper when you speak
C
You turn yourself to nighttime
G
You're trying to find your feet
C
So let me run, Lord
G
Lord, Lord, Lord
Run...
D
Lord, just let me run
C
So let me run, Lord
G
Lord, Lord, Lord
D
Lord, just let me run
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