Huddled

[Verso 1] G6 A seasoned fighter in his final round F#m11(b13) Em He's heading home Am7 G6 Battered, bruised and with a lazy left eye F#m7(b13) The right's just tired G6 The family sleeps in their mobile home F#m11(b13) Em He longs to be around Am7 G6 F#m11(b13) D To sit at peace and watch his children fall asleep [Pré-Refrão] G6 Em D He sees the punches way ahead of him G6 Em D A sense of a calm and quiet ending G6 Em D An easy dive before the bell rings [Refrão] Am7 D Am7 Huddled with his wounded pride G6 Huddled by the sinking tide [Verso 2] G6 All his dreams, and how they shine so bright F#m11(b13) Em He could do no wrong Am7 G6 Lightning fists and even faster feet F#m7(b13) Steel and bone G6 Never cool, he had a wavering heart F#m11(b13) Em Big mistake, oh well Am7 G F#m11(b13) D There is always room for roster filler down the bill [Pré-Refrão] G6 Em D He sees the punches way ahead of him G6 Em D A sense of a calm and quiet ending G6 Em D An easy dive before the bell rings [Refrão] Am7 D Am7 Huddled with his wounded pride G6 Huddled with his chosen hive