Am
Running with all of my brothers
          F                        G
I always wondered how far we could go
            Am
If we could break through the ceiling above us
              F                      G
There'd be no point of us looking below

             Am                F
We could be free, we could be free
    Am                  G
Finally, we could be free

        Am
I been through the darkest of caves and suffering
        F                             G
One hundred steps off the end of the road
             Am
Painted with passion, my favorite color
         F                         G
Hope I'm alive when the story gets old

             Am                F
We could be free, we could be free
    Am                  G
Finally, we could be free

Am
I ain't at home, home's where I'm going
  F                G
I close my eyes to see
     Am
I'll take my throne, lay it on a mountain
    F             G
And make myself a king
       Am
I said whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
F             G
Make myself a king
       Am
I said whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
F              G
Make myself a king

            Am
Lost in the world full of nonbelievers
              F                     G
Searching for smoke in a stillwater pond
          Am
A nothing king, they called a dreamer
           F                    G
This is my life and I call it a song

             Am                F
We could be free, we could be free
    Am                  G
Finally, we could be free

Am
I ain't at home, home's where I'm going
  F                G
I close my eyes to see
     Am
I'll take my throne, lay it on a mountain
    F             G
And make myself a king
       Am
I said whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
F             G
Make myself a king
       Am
I said whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
F              G
Make myself a king

F                            G
Kicked through the shackles, broke through the chains
Am                       G                             F  D  Am
There's no oppression, there's no one to blame but you

F                            G
Kicked through the shackles, broke through the chains
Am                               G                   F  D  Am
There's no oppression, there's no one to blame but you

       Am
I said whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
F             G
Make myself a king
       Am
I said whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
F              G
Make myself a king
              Am
I ain't at home, home's where I'm going
  F                G
I close my eyes to see
     Am
I'll take my throne, lay it on a mountain
    F             G
And make myself a king
       Am
I said whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
F             G
Make myself a king
       Am
I said whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
F              G
Make myself a king

Am
Make myself a king