G: 320033
C: x32033

[Intro]

C G (x2)

          G          C
One fine morning,
             G           C
I'm going to ride out
G                            C            G
    Yeah, one fine mo--o--o--o--rning,
                       C          G            C
I'm going to ri-i-i-de out
G                           C
   Just me and the skeleton crew
G                 C                     G          C         G
   We're going to ride out in a country kind of silence
C                      G        C       G          C
   We're going to ride out in a country silence
G     C            G           C
          One fine morning
                                      G
Yeah, it's all coming back to me now
C                                       G          C
     My apocalypse!     My apocalypse!
G                              C            G             C
    The curtain r--o--o--o--o--o--o--se and burned in the morning sun
G                              C            G             C            G
    The curtain r--o--o--o--o--o--o--se and burned in the morning sun
C           G
    And the mountains
C           G              C
    And the mountains
          G                C       G
bowed down   in the morning sun
      C          G           C       G
Like a ballet         of the heart
                   C
Yeah the mountains bowed down
G                 C                  G       C
Like a ballet         in the morning sun

G C (x3)

[Verse 2]

G                    C            G         C
    And the baby and we all lay in state
G                    C             G         C
    And the baby and we all lay in state
          G        C                      G
And I say,   Hey!    No more drovering!
            C                  G         C
I say, Hey!    No more drov-er-ing!

G C

G                             C                        G
    When the earth turns cold,  and the earth tu-u-rns black
C             G                C       G           C
    Will I fe-e-el you ri-i-ding on my back?
G                             C                       G
    When the earth turns cold,  and the earth tu-u-rns black
C       G                        C                 G           C
              Will I fe-e-el you ri-i-ding on my back?

G C (x2)
               G              C       G
For I am a pa-a-a-a-rt of the road
                 C             G       C
Yeah I am a pa-a-a-a-rt of the road
          G        C
The hardest part
            G        C
The hardest part
G                  C
    My apocalypse

G C

G              C                 G      C
   And D-ee-ee C-ee-ee four five o-o-o-oh

G C

G              C                 G      C
   And D-ee-ee C-ee-ee four five o-o-o-oh