Wherefore Art Thou Elvis

i play it acoustic . tuned a full step down . i put a capo on the second fret to fit my vocal range better , and find it helps finger the F#m a little bit . whatever you need . F#m A E E | - x - | - 0 - | - 0 - | B | - 2 - | - 2 - | - 0 - | G | - 5 - | - 2 - | - 1 - | D | - 2 - | - 2 - | - 2 - | A | - 4 - | - 0 - | - 2 - | E | - 2 - | - 0 - | - 0 - | Intro F#m E D E ( x4 ) listen for the palm mutes F#m A E F#m A E i cut my teeth on the stone of a teenage romance F#m A E F#m A E i was the salt of the earth , i was hard , and the last of the independents D E F#m and the breath from my chest i was blowing kerosene D E F#m my lips and fingertips were stone , i wore my heart on my jeans D E F#m i sang the blues like the dogs left too long in the street D E F#m i still sing the blues with the dogs A E F#m and i got half a mind to let it all burn up in this fire A E F#m that’s been burning through my veins since i first learned to cry A E F#m i’d watch this whole night come down and never miss her again D E i never felt right and never fit in ( F#m E D E ) x4 same as Intro walking in my own skin F#m A E F#m A E now i got scars like the number of stars , my mind’s full of vipers F#m A E F#m A E i got the dust of the desert in my bones , coming through the amplifiers D E F#m between the minor chord fall and the fourth and the fifth D E F#m it’s a broken hallelujah and a pain in my fist D E F#m i wash my hands like the man with the blood on his teeth D E F#m over and over without relief A E F#m and i got nothing for you darling but a story to tell A E F#m about the rain on the pavement and the sound as it fell A E F#m i’d watch this whole night come down and never miss her again D E i never felt right and never fit in A E F#m walking in my old man shoes , with my scientist heart A E F#m i got a fever and a beaker and a shot in the dark A E F#m i need a cadillac ride , i need a soft summer night D E say a prayer for my soul , senorita F#m E D because i’ve been dying out here in the cold and the snow F#m E D i’ve got a picture of you , mama , to remind me of home F#m E D on the hood of a dodge on a saturday night D E say a prayer for my soul , senorita