Puppet Strings Chords - Randy Stonehill

Intro

Asus4 A Asus4 A

{tab: e|-----7---7---7-----|-----5---5---5-----|-----7---7---7-----|-----5---5---5-----|}

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{tab: G|---7---7---7---7---|---6---6---6---6---|---7---7---7---7---|---6---6---6---6---|}

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{tab: A|-0-----------------|-0-----------------|-0-----------------|-0-----------------|}

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Am D

{tab: e|-----8---8---8-----|-----10--10--10----|}

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{tab: G|---9---9---9---9---|---11--11--11--11--|}

{tab: D|-------------------|-0-----------------|}

{tab: A|-0-----------------|-------------------|}

{tab: E|-------------------|-------------------|}

(Play twice)

Verse 1

Asus4 A Asus4 A I can't keep from mourning, for this topsy-turvy world Am D With all its strife and pain Asus4 A Asus4 A Mourning for the lost, and the desperate children Am D G G C/G G G+5 Who can't remember their names

Chorus 1

C C/B C/A G C C/B C/A G And I can feel it in my soul, now the end is get - ting near C C/B C/A G C C/B C/A G I can hear the de - vil laughing, and it's ringing in my ears

Verse 2

Asus4 A Asus4 A Long ago, he chose us, to inherit all his kingdom Am D And we were blessed, with life Asus4 A Asus4 A But wandering away, we disobeyed him in the garden Am D G G C/G G G+5 And stumbled into night

Chorus 2

C C/B C/A G C C/B C/A G And I can feel it in my soul, now the end is get - ting near C C/B C/A G C C/B C/A G I can hear the angel's weeping, and it's ringing in my ears E Esus4 E C C/B C/A G We are all like foolish puppets, who, desiring to be kings E Esus4 E C C/B C/A G Now lie pitifully crippled, after cutting our own strings

Verse 3

Asus4 A Asus4 A But God said, "I forgive you, I will face you man to man Am D And win your love again" Asus4 A Asus4 A Oh, how could there be possibly a greater gift of love Am D G G C/G G G+5 Than dying for a friend?

Chorus 3

C C/B C/A G C C/B C/A G And I can feel it in my soul, now the end is get - ting near C C/B C/A G C C/B C/A G I can hear the de - vil laughing, and it's ringing in my ears E Esus4 E C C/B C/A G We are all like foolish puppets, who, desiring to be kings E Esus4 E C C/B C/A G Now lie pitifully crippled, after cutting our own strings

Outro