Band Of Horses – Slow Cruel Hands Of Time chords ver. 2

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Intro: 
F#m    E    C#m   D    Bm

A                                                                            Bm
The binding of time getting stuck in my mind is a boat to row
A                                                                                      Bm
Two hours later I’m back in my neighborhood where everything just stopped
A                                                                                          Bm
It still looks the same they remember my name stepping in for a cupful
A                                                                                   Bm
There’s a big city man I used to rumble with him back in high school
D                       C#m           Bm
The slow cruel hands of time
D                                C#m     Bm
Turn you into molten lava oh my

A                                                                                 Bm
A place on the right you can stop for awhile, look out for the policeman
A                                                                            Bm
There’s no street lamps, only three buildings and one of them’s vacant
A                                                                       Bm
It’s taken all day, the pack’s feeling heavy and soon the night
A                                                                               Bm
Backwards down the mountain the axle is grinding pulling into the wrong drive
D            C#m      Bm
The sky is in the yard,
D                               C#m   Bm
Stringy cotton candy is the fog

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The slow climb, the hard fall
F#m   E         C#m                  D       
Sometime’s I don’t want it at all
F#m                      E            C#m                           D        
I’ve done this so long, it’s something I ought to know
Bm   A
So long

Instumental Break:      A         Bm  (x2)

A                                                                     Bm
Finally up, all the peace is disrupted and the birds fly
A                                                                                Bm
Trapped for a moment, the sheriff’s department got the wrong guy
D                    C#m     Bm
The town’s revealed below
D                    C#m             Bm
Visible wind through the fog
D                       C#m       Bm 
The slow cruel hands of time
D                  C#m            Bm
Turning you back into a child

F#m    E    C#m   D    Bm

(End on) A
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