Quartermaster

| C# | G# | A#m | F# | C# Gentlemen, swords and pistols G# Heading off to war whistling A#m Soft goodbyes for their wives F# In advance I hope you write C# She was the fairest of them all G# Now I’m left with her ghost A#m Hauntin me in the morning hours F# Early May, I brought you flowers | C# | C# | G# | G# | | F# | F# | F# | F# | C# At the sink staring off G# Coffee in me is wearing off A#m Such a cruel realization F# The plans we made won’t come to fruition C# Used to sleep right through the storms G# Just whiskey and me out on the porch F# Looking out into this darkness F# And the canvas of your face my darling | C# | C# | C# | C# | D#m7 The things he’d give just to relive F# The older days of his younger years C# G# And maybe, maybe get the chance D#m7 He was quartermaster of the past F# Came to warn of time, running out C# He said, “Baby, don’t even stop to catch G# your breath” D#m F# Cause in the end we’ll rest, we’ll rest, C# G# Under, under the gravestone D#m7 F# C# G# Ah oooooh, Ah oooooh Mmmm D#m7 F# C# G# Ah oooooh, Ah oooooh Mmmm | D#m | F# | C# | C# | C# I used to walk these streets G# Now seem distant to me A#m Stayed up all night F# Like the bottle and glass I’m empty C# Oh and maybe temporary, G# I’d like to see your eyes A#m F# And envy every second we’ve ever shared C# And oh these walls could talk G# But they’re casting shadows at once F# Songs of my ache and burden F# That flew to the furnace D#m7 The things he’d give just to relive F# The older days of his younger years C# G# And maybe, maybe get the chance D#m7 He was quartermaster of the past F# Came to warn of time, running out C# He said, “Baby, don’t even stop to catch G# your breath” D#m F# Cause in the end we’ll rest, we’ll rest, C# G# Under, under the gravestone D#m7 F# C# G# Ah oooooh, Ah oooooh D#m7 F# C# G# Ah oooooh, Ah oooooh | D#m | F# | C# | C# |