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Artist: Frightened Rabbit
Song: Foot Shooter
Album: The Winter of Mixed Drinks
Tabbed by: Don Tago
Email: recebedou@yahoo.com
Standard Tuning
Chords used:
EADGBe
Am:002210
C: 032010
F: 1332--
G: 320033
Intro: C
Verse 1 chords:
Am
Well the booze in my blood runs faster than love
F C
And my brain shouts down to my mouth, say whatever I think, say it at him
Am
And when the dam bursts open and you drowned out, boy
F C
Better go outside and sit in your boat and wait 'til you get washed away
Interlude: Am - G
Chorus 1 chords:
C G
Hold onto your thought, time your rall-a-a-llies, uh-uh, uuuhuh
C Am G
Pluck up your ears, we're doing it verbal, but I am loaded
C G
Duck under that desk, cover your neck, uh-uh uh-uuuh
C Am G
Picking your skin as I begin to shoot myself in the foot again
Interlude: C
Verse 2: [use verse 1 chords]
And as the voice succumbs and my mouth goes numb
I limp out to the sound of breaking of broken toes, a vandal spoke
And in the stark and the sobering dry sunlight
I will blink my eyes and hope the blink can erase
All the shit that I said and did
Interlude: Am - G
Chorus 2: [use chorus 1 chords]
Hold onto your thought, time your rall-a-a-llies, uh-uh, uuuhuh
Pluck up your ears, we're doing it verbal, but I am loaded
Duck under that desk, cover your neck, uh-uh uh-uuuh
Picking your skin as I begin to shoot myself in the foot again
Bridge chords:
Am G
And if I shoot at you, you should shoot at me too
Am
We can drown in the ghost of the thick dark words we...
G
And as my face turns white, I apologize, I am sorry, its not your fault, its mine
Chorus 3: [use chorus 1 chords]
Hold onto your thought, time your rall-a-a-llies, uh-uh, uuuhuh
Pluck up your ears, we're doing it verbal, but I am loaded
Duck under that desk, cover your neck, uh-uh uh-uuuh
Picking your skin as I begin to shoot myself in the foot again
Outro: C
