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Young Pilgrims

The Shins

 

/ D - - - / Bb – G - /

/ D - - - / Bb – C - /

/ D - - - / F - - - / A - - - /

 

D (x2)              Bb      G

     A cold and wet November dawn

D (x2)          Bb        C

     And there are no barking sparrows

D (x2)    F (x2)                   A (x2)

     Just emptiness to dwell upon.

 

D (x2)      Bb     G

     I fell into a winter slide

D (x2)            Bb                 C

     And ended up the kind of kid who goes down

D (x2)                           F (x2)                    A (x2)

chutes too narrow--Just eking out my measly pies.

 

      G             D             A              D

But I learned fast how to keep my head up 'cause I

G                   D         F       A

   Know there is this side of me that

G                  D         A                   D

   Wants to grab the yoke from the pilot and just

G                D               F (x2)    A (x2)

   Fly the whole mess into the sea.

 

D (x2)          Bb        G

     Another slow train to the coast

D (x2)                        Bb                 C

      Some brand new gory art from way on high

D (x2)     F (x2)                          A (x2)

            I sink and then I swim all night.

 

D (x2)              Bb          G

     I watch the ice melt on the glass

D (x2)          Bb                        C

     While the eloquent young pilgrims pass

D (x2)   F (x2)                              C (x2)            A (x2)                          

     And leave behind their trail, imploring us not to fail.

 

      G                 D         A           D

Of course I was raised to gather courage from those

G             D          F            A

     Lofty tales so tried and true and

G               D   A     D

   If you're able I'd suggest it 'cause this

G                D                          F (x2)     A (x2)

   Modern thought can get the best of you.

 

Bm (x2)              D (x2)

       This rather simple epitaph

       G              A           G (1/2) A (x2)

can save your hide your falling mind

Bm (x2)          D (x2)

       Fate isn't what we're up against

             G    A           G (1/2) A (x2)

there's no design no flaws to find

             G    A           G (1/2) A (x2)

there's no design no flaws to find

 

Solo:

 

/ D - - - / Bb – G - /

/ D - - - / Bb – C - /

/ D - - - / F - - - / C - - - / A - - - /

 

      G             D             A              D

But I learned fast how to keep my head up 'cause I

G                   D         F       A

   Know there is this side of me that

G                  D         A                   D

   Wants to grab the yoke from the pilot and just

G                D               F (x2)      A (x2)

   Fly the whole mess into the sea.

 

D (hold)

This file is the author's own work and represents his interpretation of this song. It's intended solely for private study, scholarship or research.