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Notation:
---------

h: Hammer On
p: Pull Off
/: Slide Up
\: Slide Down



Chords:
-------

     e|-x-|---|---|---|
     B|-x-|---|---|---|
Gm   G|-x-|---|---|---|
     D|---|---|-x-|---|
     A|---|---|-x-|---|
     E|-x-|---|---|---|

Fret    3   4   5   6  



     e|---|---|---|---|
     B|---|---|-x-|---|
A#   G|---|---|-x-|---|
     D|---|---|-x-|---|
     A|-x-|---|---|---|
     E|---|---|---|---|

Fret    1   2   3   4



     e|---|---|---|---|
     B|---|---|-x-|---|
D#   G|---|---|-x-|---|
     D|---|---|-x-|---|
     A|-x-|---|---|---|
     E|---|---|---|---|

Fret    6   7   8   9



     e|-x-|---|---|---|
     B|-x-|---|---|---|
F    G|---|-x-|---|---|
     D|---|---|-x-|---|
     A|---|---|-x-|---|
     E|-x-|---|---|---|

Fret    1   2   3   4






Intro:

(Fade In) Gm Gm Gm Gm

Gm A# D# A# F A# Gm F

Gm A# D# A# F A# Gm F

Gm A# D# A# F A# Gm F

Gm A# D# A# F A# Gm F

A# A# A# A# 

(Base: A|---1--0---)



Verse 1:

G#               A#             D#        A#        F
Gold teeth and a curse for this town were all in my mouth.
      A#           D#           Gm   F
Only, i don't know how they got out, dear.
G#              A#     D#         A#          F
Turn me back in-to the pet that i was when we met.
      A#      D#           Gm   F
I was happier then with no mind-set.



Chorus:

F                       A#
And if you'd 'a took to me like
D#        A#             F
   A gull takes to the wind.
F                        A#
Well, I'd 'a jumped from my tree
    D#    A#              D#          A#
And I'd a danced like the king of the eyesores
        D#          A#             F
And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.



Verse 2:

G#                 A#         D#           A#           F
New slang when you notice the stripes, the dirt in your fries.
          A#             D#           Gm F
Hope it's right when you die, old and bo-ny.
G#                 A#               D#       A#                   F
Dawn breaks like a bull through the hall, ne-ver should have call-ed
       A#            D#           Gm   F
But my head's to the wall and I'm lone-ly.



Chorus:

F                       A#
And if you'd 'a took to me like
D#        A#             F
   A gull takes to the wind.
F                        A#
Well, I'd 'a jumped from my tree
    D#    A#              D#          A#
And I'd a danced like the king of the eyesores
        D#          A#             F
And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.



Solo 1:

e|-------1--------------------------------------------|
B|---1h3-----3---1------------/4---3-3---6h8---6------|
G|-----------------3---2---3--------------------------|
D|----------------------------------------------------|
A|----------------------------------------------------|
E|----------------------------------------------------|

e|---------------------------1-3------333---1-1-------|
B|---3p1-----1h3---1-----3----------------------------|
G|---------3---------3--------------------------------|
D|----------------------------------------------------|
A|----------------------------------------------------|
E|----------------------------------------------------|

e|---333-1--------------------------------------------|
B|---------3p1---1h3-------------------1--------------|
G|-------------3-------0---2-3-------2---3------------|
D|-------------------------------3--------------------|
A|--------------------------------------------5p3p1---|
E|----------------------------------------------------|



Verse 3:

G#                A#        D#            A#            F
God speed all the bakers at dawn may they all cut their thumbs,
          A#         D#              Gm     F
And bleed into their buns 'till they melt a-way.



Chorus:

F                     A#                  D#      A#       F
I'm looking in on the good life i might be doomed never to find.
                        A#             D#   A#          F
Without a trust or flam-ing fields am i too dumb to ref-ine?
                        A#
And if you'd 'a took to me like
     D#    A#              D#               A#
Well I'd a danced like the queen of the eye-sores
        D#          A#             F
And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.



Solo 2:

e|---------------------------------------------|
B|-------3-----1h3-3h4---3---4h5h6---6---------|
G|---2h3---3h5---------------------------------|
D|---------------------------------------------|
A|---------------------------------------------|
E|---------------------------------------------|

e|---------------------------------------------|
B|---3p1-----1h3-1h3/4-4---4---3---4h5h6/8p6---|
G|---------3-----------------------------------|
D|---------------------------------------------|
A|---------------------------------------------|
E|---------------------------------------------|

e|---------------------------------------------|
B|-----1-3---1---------------------------------|
G|---3-----------3-2---0---2-3-----------------|
D|---------------------------------------------|
A|-------------------------------5p3p1---------|
E|---------------------------------------------|



Outro:

Gm A# D# A# F A# Gm F

Gm A# D# A# F A# Gm F

A# (Let It Ring)