A Dustland Fairytale

arist : the killers song : a dustland fairytale album : day and age please accept this version because it is a simplified and easier way to play it . capo 2 D/G : x5543 xg#dim : 4564 xxc/E : 032010 G/B : x20030 C G F a dustland fairytale beginning , just another white trash county kiss G Am C Csus4 C in sixty one , long brown hair and foolish eyes G F he looked just like you’d want him to , some kind of slick chrome american prince G Am F F F/E a blue jean serenade , moon river what you do to me D/F# but i don’t believe you Chorus : G Am saw cinderella in a party dress , but she was looking for a nightgown G/B C D/G i saw the devil wrapping up his hands , he’s getting ready for the showdown F C/E G#dim Am G/B C i saw the minute that i turned away , i got my money on a palm tonight C G F the change came in disguise of revelation set his soul on fire G Am C she says she always knew he’d come around C/B Am and the decades disappear like sinking ships that we persevere Am/G F Am F C god gives us hope , but we still fear , we don’t know , the mind is poison Am F castles in the sky sit stranded , vandalised D/F# the drawbridge is closing Chorus : G Am saw cinderella in a party dress , but she was looking for a nightgown G/B C G F i saw the devil wrapping up his hands , he’s getting ready for the showdown C/E G#dim Am G/B C i saw the ending when they turned the page , i threw my money and i ran away C/B G straight to the valley of the great divide C C/B F out where the dreams all hide , out where the wind don’t blow C/B Am C/B C out here the good girls die , and the sky won’t snow C/B Am C/B F out here the bird don’t sing , out here the field don’t grow C/B Am A/C# Dm out here the bell don’t ring , out here the bell don’t ring C G out here the good girls die Chorus : Am now cinderella don’t you go to sleep , it’s such a bitter form of refuge G/B C G oh don’t you know the kingdom’s under siege , and everybody needs you Am G C/B Am C/B C is there still magic in the midnight sun , or did you leave it back in sixty one G Am C in the cadence of a young man’s eyes , and where the dreams roll high