Em part:
E|---0----0----------------------------------------------------------|
B|---0----0----------------------------------------------------------|
G|---0----0----------------------------------------------------------|
D|---2----2-----2--p--0----------0------2--/--4--\--2--p--0----------|
A|---2----2------------------2-----------------------------------2---|
E|---0----0----------------------------------------------------------|

D part:
E|---2----2----------------------------------------------------------|
B|---3----3----------------------------------------------------------|
G|---2----2-----2--p--0----------0------2--/--4--\--2--p--0----------|
D|---0----0------------------2-----------------------------------2---|
A|---x----x----------------------------------------------------------|
E|---x----x----------------------------------------------------------|


Intro:
Em                            D
Em                            D


Verse 1:
Em                            D
Why should I live in history? Condemned to a life of coulda been.
Em                                         D
I quit takin' dope, I quit drinking whisky;I quit takin' chances.

Em                            D
Em                            D

Verse 2:
Em                                               D
I gave her the ring my mother gave me; She said Meet at the station 4.30.
Em                               D
So I sit here waiting patiently; Why should I live in history?

Chorus:
Am                       G                 D
When the world shines up dirt and calls it coal,
Am                               G                        D
They're selling the light at the church at the end of the road,
C                                    Am
When angels' wings run out of veins, Looks like I'm blindsided once again.

Em                            D
Em                            D


Verse 3:
Em                                 D
Why should I live in history? Give away my gun and join the scene,
Em                                     D
Resurrection Mary's gonna set me free; Now, I'm a believer.
Em                                        D
But this mockingbird is mocking me; She's four hours late and I'm all at sea,
Em                                D
One little taste is all it takes, to get me back to history.


Chorus:
Am                       G                  D
When the world shines up dirt and calls it coal,
Am                               G                        D
They're selling the light at the church at the end of the road,
C                                   Am
When angels' wings run out of veins, Looks like I'm blindsided once again.


Bridge:
Em                            Em

Em                                    D                       Am
If I gave a dam what you thought; I'd give you the bottle and ask
Em                                                   D               Am
Now the streets are dead and I'm ashamed; Think I'll go call upon my past
Em                                               D                      Am
I'm all out of hope, I'm all out of you; There's nothing left - there's nothing new,
Em                                           D                     Am
And your judgement day is long past due; Now what am I supposed to do?


Solo:

E|--------------------------------------8------------------8----------------------------|
B|-----------------------9--8--------11---11--9---------11---11--9-----8-h-9-p-8--------|
G|----------------8--10-------10--8--------------10-(8)-------------8-------------10--8-|
D|---------8--10------------------------------------------------------------------------|
A|-/8--11-------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E|--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|

E|--------------------------------------8-----------------------------------------------|
B|-----------------------9--8--------11---11--9-----------------------------------------|
G|----------------8--10-------10--8--------------10------8--8-/-9--h--10----------------|
D|---------8--10------------------------------------------------------------------------|
A|-/8--11-------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E|--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|


Em                            D
Em                            D


Verse 4:
Em                               D
Why should I live in history? Underneath this tin foil moon,
Em                                 D
I just got tired waiting round; For you to change your tune,
Em                                  D
It's my desire for your company; If only time would let me be,
F                                    G
And stop the world from stopping me; Why should I live in history?


Chorus:
Am                       G                 D
When the world shines up dirt and calls it coal,
Am                               G                        D
They're selling the light at the church at the end of the road,
C                                   Am
When Angels Wings run out of veins, Looks like I'm blindsided...


Am                       G                 D
When the world shines up dirt and calls it coal,
Am                               G                        D
They're selling the light at the church at the end of the road,
C                                   Am                             Em
When Angels Wings run out of veins, Looks like I'm blindsided once again.