#-----------------------------PLEASE NOTE-------------------------------------# #This OLGA file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation # #of the song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or # #research. Remember to view this file in Courier, or some other monospaced # #font. See http://www.olga.net/faq/ for more information. # #-----------------------------------------------------------------------------# From: [email protected] Date: Wed, 30 Sep 1998 02:06:58 EDT Subject: b/buck_o_nine/my_town.tab song: my town Artist: buck o nine Record: twenty eight teeth by: Dan(struckout7) the intro goes: e-------------------------------------------------------------| b-------------------------------------------------------------| g-------------------------------------------------------------| d--------------------2----------------------------------------| a---7----7---5---4---x---5---4--4--5--6--7--------------------| e---5----0---0---0---2---0---5--0--0--0--0--------------------| you can figure out the rythem, if not e mail me when the intro repeats leave out the last4 chords and go into the verse verse and outro: ska rythem you can play only the top 3 strings, its up to you A E A D e---5-----4--------5-----2----------------------| b---5-----5--------5-----3----------------------| g---6-----4--------6-----2----------------------| d---3-----3--------3-----3----------------------| a-----------------------------------------------| e-----------------------------------------------| chorus: D A A D e--2-------5----9----2---------------------| b--3-------5---10----3---------------------| g--2-------6----9----2---------------------| d------------------------------------------| a------------------------------------------| e------------------------------------------| at the end of the chorus it declines with octaves E D C# B e-------------------------------| b-------------------------------| g-9--7--6--4--------------------| d-------------------------------| a-7--5--4--2--------------------| e-------------------------------| i got the tunes in my pocket in an old ass walkman walking to the beach with a bottle of black and tan keys in the velcro where it always should be times tickin' by but it doesn't concern me im killing time with nothing to do thats all i seem to think about or do my soul is sound when i'm in my hometown no place i'd rather be my town, my street gives me peace of mind that can't be beat i can sleep all night to the sound of the ocean wake up in the morning and i do it all again seven days a week i pay no attention i spend a lot of time with my record collection i hear the sound of a skateboard rolling down my backstreet reggae music coming from the neighbor across from me as time ticks by i never stop to ask, i never wonder why my soul is sound when i'm in my hometown no place i'd rather be well there it is. any suggestions? comments? [email protected]
