Tuning: E A D F# B e
Capo on 2nd fret. All chords relative to capo.
[Intro]
e |----------------------------------|
b |-----0-------0--------0-------0---|
F#|-------0----------------0-------0-| (x2)
D |-----------2---0----4-------4-----|
A |---2-----0--------2-------2-------|
E |-0--------------------------------|
E A B B
[Verse]
e |-0-----0-----0-----0--------------|
b |-0-----0-----0-----0--------------|
F#|-2-----3-----5-----5--------------|
D |-2-----2-----4-----4--------------|
A |-2-----0-----2-----2--------------|
E |-0--------------------------------|
E A B B
[Chorus]
e |-0-----0-----0-----0-------------|
b |-0-----0-----0-----0-------------|
F#|-7-----0-----0-----2-------------|
D |-6-----7-----4-----2-------------|
A |-4-----7-----4-----2-------------|
E |-------5-----2-----0-------------|
C# A F# E
e |-0-----0-----0-----0-------------|
b |-0-----0-----0-----0-------------|
F#|-7-----0-----0-----0-------------|
D |-6-----0-----9-----9-------------|
A |-4-----7-----9-----9-------------|
E |-------5-----7-----7-------------|
C# A B B
[Instrumental]
e |----------------------------------|
b |-----0-------0--------0-------0---|
F#|-------0----------------0-------0-| (x2)
D |-----------2---0----4-------4-----|
A |---2-----0--------2-------2-------|
E |-0--------------------------------|
[Verse]
E A B B
Well I'm Lost, I'm afraid, a rope tying down a leaky boat
To the roof of car on a road in the dark and its snowing
If I'm more than a means less, last call for happiness
I'm the dress near the back of your knees and your slip is showing
I'm a float in a summer parade
Up the street in a town that you were born in
With the girl at the top wearing tuelle, and miss somewhere
sash, waving like the queen.
[Chorus]
C# A F#
Well beauty's just another word, I'm never certain how it's spelled
E
Go tell the nurse to turn the TV back on
C# A B
Throw away my misery, it never meant that much to me
B (then mute)
It never sent a get well card
[Instrumental] (x2)
E A B B
[Verse]
E A B
And I'm broke like a bad joke somebody's uncle told
At a wedding reception in Nineteen Seventy Two
Where a little boy under a table with cake in his hair
Stared at the grown-up feet as they danced and swayed
And his father laughed and talked on the long ride home
And his mother laughed and talked on the long ride home
And he thought about how everyone dies someday.
And when tomorrow gets here where will yesterday be?
And he fell asleep in his brand new winter coat.
[Outro]
C# A F#
Buy me a shiny new machine that runs on lies and gasoline
E
and all those batteries we stole from smoke alarms
C# A B
Disassembles my dispair, never took me anywhere
B B (mute!)
It never once bought me a drink
