View Guitar Chords for Silver And Gold + Solo - chords ver. 1
Chords ------ E: 0 2 2 1 0 0 A: x 0 2 2 2 0 B: x 2 4 4 4 2 A(XII): x x 14 14 14 xIntroEVerse EIn the s*** house, a shotgun Praying hands hold me down Only the hunter was hunted In this tin can town, tin can town No stars in the black night Looks like the sky fall down No sun in the daylight Looks like it's chained to the ground, chained to the ground.Chorus E The warden said, "The Aexit is sold," If you Bwant a way outE Silver and Egold.A, E, A(XII), E, A(XII), E, A(XII), EE Broken back to the ceilingA, E Broken nose to the floorA(XII), E I scream at the sounds, it's comingA, E Crawls under the doorA(XII), EThere's a rope around my neck and Athere's aE Trigger in your gunA(XII), E Jesus say something!A, E I am someone! I A(XII)am someoEne! I Aam someoEne!A(XII)E Captains and kings Ain the slave ships hold They Bcame to collectE Silver and gold Silver and goldGuitar soloe-|--------------------------------------------------------------------------- B-|-12-------12-------12-------12/14-14-------14-------14-------14/1512------ G-|----12-------12-------12----12-14----14-------14-------14----14-15-12------ D-|-------12-------12-------12-------------14-------14-------14--------------- A-|--------------------------------------------------------------------------- E-|--------------------------------------------------------------------------- e-|--------------------------------------------------------------------------- B-|-12-------12-------12-------12/14-14-------14-------14-------14/1512-12--- G-|----12-------12-------12----12-14----14-------14-------14----14-15-12-12--- D-|-------12-------12-------12-------------14-------14-------14--------------- A-|--------------------------------------------------------------------------- E-|---------------------------------------------------------------------------ESeen them coming and going Seen them captains and the kings Seen them navy blue uniforms Seen them bright and shiny things, bright A(XII)shiny thEings, yeah!A(XII), E, A, EThe temperature is risingA(XII), E The fever white hotA, E Mister I ain't got nothing A(XII) But it'sE More than you've gotA, E Chains no longer bind meA(XII), E Nor the shackles at my feetA, E Outside are the prisonersA(XII), E Inside the free, Aset them Efree A(XII)Set them fEreeAE A prize fighter in a Acorner is told BHit where it hurts E-- silver and gold Silver and gold.Spoken "Yep. Silver and gold. This song was written in a hotel room in New York City. Right about the time a friend of ours, little Steven, Was pulling together a record of artists against Apartheid. It's a song written about a man, in a shanty town outside of Johannesburg. A man who's sick of looking down the barrel of White South Africa. A man at the point where he is ready to take up arms against his oppressor. A man who's lost faith in the peace makers of the West. While they argue and while they fail to support a man like Bishop Tutu. And his request for economic sanctions against South Africa. Am I bugging you? I don't mean to bug ya'. Okay Edge, play the blues."