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Sir Galahad

Josh Ritter

Cifra: Principal (violão e guitarra)
Selo Cifra Club: esta cifra foi revisada para atender aos critérios oficiais da nossa Equipe de Qualidade.
tom: C
C F, C G C
Am G C F, C G C


[Intro]
C

[Verse]
    C
The angel of the Holy Grail
    F
saw Galahad come ridin'
      C         G                  C
So he took the Holy Grail off the shelf.

       C
And inside the holy chapel made for
F
Holy Grail hidin' the angel
C                G          C
Could be seen to smile to himself.

     Am                   G
"If you're the great Sir Galahad
      C                 F
From now on," said the angel
         C              G             C
"May all angels call me blessed of my race."

           Am                 G
"If you're not the great Sir Galahad
      C                F                 C
I'll warn you, keep on ridin' and if you are
              G               C
I pray you'll let me see your face."

     C
Galahad took off his helmet, said
       F
"Good angel look upon me.
     C                G                C
Fear not, for I bring tidings of great joy.

         C
For long years the grail you've guarded, now
    F
You get to let me drink it, how
C             G               C
Happy must be angels thus employed."

[Instrumental]
| C   | F   | C G | C   |

          Am                  G
"All the favors you shower upon
C            F
Me, a simple angel," said the
C            G             C
Angel, "your magnificence abounds.

          Am
Take your boots off great Sir Galahad,
       F
For by your astounding beauty whatever
C                   G             C
Ground you stand on turns to holy ground."

C
Galahad took off his boots, and he
F
Watched the ground quite closely
        C            G           C
And the angel smiled to himself again.

             C
He said, "I can't believe I'm asking, but
    F
Sir Galahad please tell me, what is
C                 G              C
It that makes you want to go to heaven?

Am                    G
In heaven there's no lamb chops,
      C               F
Queen Guinevere's for hand jobs,
C                G            C
Marijuana, Kenny Rogers, or ecstasy.

   Am            G
No pillaging, no rape, perhaps
       C               F
you've come by some mistake to me
     C                G                 C
this seems more error than knight errantry.

[Instrumental]
| C   | F   | C G | C   |
| C   | F   | C G | C   |

           C
Yes, and what about the stable boys,
   F
I know you think they're handsome
            C                       G              C
and some of them, they think you're awful handsome too.

     C
And, sitting up in heaven, you'll still
F
think about them often, when you're an
C                G                C
angel thinking's all that you can do."

Am                      G
At this, Sir Galahad got angry,
  C                             F
"Angel," he said, "don't you tempt me.
  C             G                 C
I wish to go to heaven and not to hell.

        Am                G
So when stable boys look lonesome,
         C             F
When the women call me handsome,
     C                   G         C
I'll hold me virtue very firmly by myself."

   C
"I guarantee you'll hold it often,"
               F
said the angel. "Oh one more thing, before you
C                      G               C
drink the wine, please take your armor off.

        C
I gotta carry you to heaven,
        F
And despite what you'd imagine,
       C               G             C
I have trouble bearing heavy things aloft."

[Instrumental]
| C   | F   | C G | C   |
| C   | F   | C G | C   |

     C
Sir Galahad stood naked
     F
In a pile of his armor,
    C                G                C
His boots and helmet scattered all around.

    C
His perfect lips, they sipped the grail,
    F
His perfect heart commenced to fail,
    C            G             C
His perfect body fell upon the ground.

    Am          G
The angel lit a cigarette.
     C               F
When he was sure Galahad was dead,
   C                 G                  C
He picked all of his clothes up off the floor.

     Am            G
Then I put on his boots and armor
  C             F
I laid his body on the altar
        C               G              C
Put his helmet on and I headed for the door.
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