"Hardened" by Waterdeep From the album "To Chase Away the Birds" Written by Donald Chaffer on 8/26/94 at 18:59 (on the road from K.C. to Dodge City) Copyright © 1994 Donald W. Chaffer waterdeep.com waterdeep.net awakeningrecords.com Transcribed by T-rev http://www.t-rev.net In C, no capo (there's a secondary guitar capo 5 in G) In a moderately slow 6/8 INTRO/OUTRO X32013 C X2X013 /B X0X013 Am7 3XX013 /G 0XXXXX [E] 103211 F (hammer 3rd string) 320033 G (hammer 5th string) BRIDGE X32010 C (the C, Fmaj7, C, Fmaj7 is used) 103210 Fmaj7 (to fill most of the transitions) VERSE X32010 C 103210 Fmaj7 X2X010 /B X02010 Am7 XX0211 Dm7 (hammer 3rd string) 320033 G (or G7) CHORUS 320033 G 103211 F X32010 C X2X010 /B X02210 Am X02020 A7 XX0211 Dm7 (hammer 3rd string) 320033 G BRIDGE 2 X32013 C (here's the one transition) X2X013 /B (not filled by C, Fmaj7) Transcribed 1/6/1999 by T-rev More tab available at http://www.t-rev.net ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There's a little child drowning in a pond And you would have me throw a blanket on the surface of the water even though she was your daughter and notice just how helplessly she dies for the sake of how it looks cause it's like you read in books. It's a symbol of the way you see this life. And if a saviour came upon a tray of gold You'd insist that he had already been sold, even though you knew he hadn't. You're afraid to trade the bad in for a good who you don't know. Like a certain generation in a proud and headstrong nation who expects God to dance when she plays the fife. CHORUS And if you want to talk in terms of survival of the fittest. Then look at the soul's auction house, and whose the highest bid is. You understand the fear of man, but you forgot about the fear of God. And to the bloody ransom that makes an ugly soul turn handsome, you give a condescending nod. There's a sense of desparation in your touch. And you'll say out loud you hate it very much. But you're addicted to your sadness. It creates the touch of madness the kind you like inside your veins Oh, why are you so hardened? You know you could be pardoned. I guess you just won't let go of the reins. The lexicon of death is all you know. You feel suffocated in the falling of the snow. You miss the beauty there in the quiet holy air, start looking for a desert you can roam. Your eyes too closed to see the secret ministry of the frost upon the window of your home. Oh, why are you so hardened? You know you could be pardoned, and then you wouldn't feel so alone. TAG You're not alone.
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