CHORDS: Spacey Jane – Trucks Piano & Ukulele Chord Progression and Tab

This is the chords of Trucks by Spacey Jane on Piano, Ukulele, Guitar and Keyboard.

[Intro]
C F Am
C F Am

[Verse 1]
C                         F                            Am
Every morning, fighting through a coma
C             F             Am
Each affliction carries its misnomer
C             F             Am      F
Trucks roll loud into the port
C                F             Am             F
They go where I could never know

[Verse 2]
C                                     F                         Am
My toes are freezing, cold cuts through the Persian
C                         F                                     Am
Rug I\’ve stolen, Dad thinks that I\’ve borrowed
C             F             Am             F
He gives more than I can pay back
C                  F             Am             F
Twenty-two, I\’ll never pay him back

[Chorus]
C                                                           F
Oh, ashtray sitting on the table filled with dead moths
C
Floating in the rainwater with pill bags
F
It\’s winter, south of the river without a job
C
Oh, I don\’t see it getting any better
C F
C

[Verse 2]
C                         F                         Am
Empty bottles, if not for the burnt butts
C                                     F                         Am
Falling over, wind in from the coast cuts
C             F                         Am             F
Hard and sharp, messes up my hair
C             F             Am             F
Leaves fall, peppering the air

[Chorus]
C                                                             F
Oh, ashtray sitting on the table filled with dead moths
C
Floating in the rainwater with pill bags
F
It\’s winter, south of the river without a job
C
Oh, I don\’t see it getting any better
F
Oh, I don\’t see it getting any better
C F Am
C    F     Am
Am Am Am

[Chorus]
C                                                             F
Oh, ashtray sitting on the table filled with dead moths
C
Floating in the rainwater with pill bags
F
It\’s winter, south of the river without a job
C
Oh, I don\’t see it getting any better

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