The Collection – Garden chords

[Intro]
G  Asus2  Em  G  Am  G  D/F#

G                  C        Em                     GI planted a garden full of things that turned out rotten
           C                     Em             Dfruits and greens for miles and miles that even insects thought were bad
      G                          C       Em                  Gso I thought I’d sing about it - try and make my friends all like them
      C              Em                 Dmaybe everyone would love me more if I sounded really sad

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      G                  Am     Em              GSo I shot a man in afghanistan, he was bleeding on me
         C                 Em          Dthen he said his name was jesus and he never had an army
       G                          Am         Em                  Gas he took his dying breath, the last thing that he thought he’d tell me is
         C             Em               D“Its better to die for nothing than to kill just for your country”

        C     G           C       Gand my heart wept as the church slept
                   Am                 Cthey were dreaming of parades and politicians
                 Am                                                D                 Gand a savior who allowed to rewrite his words until it matched the war inside their hearts

     G                           Am    Em                  Gso I act like I have a right to sing about the things that aren’t right
          C             Em             Dfrom the comfort of my couch I pretend I’ve done nothing wrong
     G                       Am     Em             Gas I hoard my money closely, bury coins for all my groceries
       C              Em                  Dand I haven’t met my neighbors yet, but I promise I will someday soon
          C                                 G               Emcause its only been two years since I moved here inside this neighborhood
 C                               G              Emhow much longer could it be till we are family, we are blood?
   C                                     G          Emso I’ll just play my songs and hope that they come swooning to my door
    C                                 Emthe only thing to life worth doing is that one thing that you’re made for
      Am            D         Gwell, am I made for myself anymore?

[Interlude]
C  G  x4

  Am             DI found out I am nothing at all!