Fiddlers Green Tab

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The Tragically Hip:  Fiddler's Green
inadequately tabbed by: Jamie Auck

This is far from perfect, and I think it might be way easier to
play with some other tuning, but what follows is for standard
tuning. Questions, comments, or more importantly, corrections
send to jamieauck@hotmail.com

Intro:
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Verse 1:
 September seventeen                         for a girl I know it's mothers day
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her son is gonna leave                         and that's where he will stay
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wind on a weathervane                   tearing blue eyes sailor mean
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as Falstaff sings a sorrowful refrain      for a boy in Fiddler's Green
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|-6---4---------------1----------------------------------2--------------2-----1---------------1-|
|-2---2---6-/-4---2---2-----------------------------2----4------2h4-----------2----------2----2-|
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Verse 2:
His tiny knotted heart,   well I guess it never worked too good
the timber tore apart,  and the water gorged the wood
you can hear her whispered prayer, for men at masts that always lean
the same wind that moves her hair, moves her boy through Fiddler's Green

Bridge:
Oh,  nothing's changed anyway     Oh, nothing's changed anyway
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Oh, anytime today
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Verse 3:
He doesn't know a soul, and there's nowhere that he's really been
but he won't travel long alone, no not in Fiddler's Green
balloons all filled with rain, as children's eyes turn sleepy mean
as Falstaff sings a sorrowful refrain, for a boy in Fiddler's Green

Coda (x5):
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