The Prayer

Am               C          
My mountain is a mole hill, my 
    D                Em
throne's a busted chair
Am                       C       
This crown has turned to rust and
          D            Em
 it's all tangled in my hair
Am                     C         
This high horse that I ride on is
       D             Em
 gonna buckle at the knee
        Am             C          
Upon my castle made of sand I 
   D              Em
cannot be the king of me


[Verse 1]
Am                 C          D 
There's the man in white, his 
                Em
words are painted red
        C            D            
There's power in his blood and 
  Em               Am
only truth in what is said
Am                 C            
There's the man in black with a 
D             Em
needle in his vein
      C             D             
Lying flat upon his back this is 
   Em                  Am
the prayer that he once prayed


[Chorus]

He said,
Am               C          
My mountain is a mole hill, my 
    D                Em
throne's a busted chair
Am                       C       
This crown has turned to rust and
          D            Em
 it's all tangled in my hair
Am                     C         
This high horse that I ride on is
       D             Em
 gonna buckle at the knee
        Am             C          
Upon my castle made of sand I 
   D              Em
cannot be the king of me


[Verse 2]
         Am                        
And this harem in my heart is 
                     C      G
filled with hot metal and fools gold
          Em              Am      
Once your statue turns to dirt all
                    C           G
 that's left in the end is your soul
               Am
God save your soul

           Am        C      G    
So he said shout out of control 
    Am       C         G
with all your heart and soul
            Am         C        G
Though this cold world may tear 
     Am
you apart
Em      C           G
Let the whole world know


[Chorus]
Am               C          
My mountain is a mole hill, my 
    D                Em
throne's a busted chair
Am                       C       
This crown has turned to rust and
          D            Em
 it's all tangled in my hair
Am                     C         
This high horse that I ride on is
       D             Em
 gonna buckle at the knee
        Am             C          
Upon my castle made of sand I 
   D             Em
cannot be the king of me


[Chorus]
Am               C          
My mountain is a mole hill, my 
    D                Em
throne's a busted chair
Am                       C       
This crown has turned to rust and
          D            Em
 it's all tangled in my hair
Am                     C         
This high horse that I ride on is
       D             Em
 gonna buckle at the knee
        Am             C          
Upon my castle made of sand I 
   D             Am
cannot be the king of me


[Outro]
Am               C
Lord, I am just a man
         D              Am
I cannot be the king of me