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Suffer Little Children ukulele

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#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------#
#This 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. #
From rec.music.makers.guitar.tablature Sat May 14 11:30:45 1994
Newsgroups: rec.music.makers.guitar.tablature
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From: kjohn@quads.uchicago.edu (SINE QUA NON)
Subject: TAB: Suffer, Little Children
Message-ID: <1994May13.212822.21874@midway.uchicago.edu>
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Organization: University of Chicago
Date: Fri, 13 May 1994 21:28:22 GMT
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>From 'The Smiths' songbook

Intro : Dmaj7 Amaj7 Dmaj7 Amaj7 Dmaj7 Amaj7 Bm7 Dmaj7 C#m7

Over the moors, take me to the moors
Dmaj7    Amaj7  Dmaj7          Amaj7

dig a shallow grave and I'll lay me down
Dmaj7         Amaj7 Bm7          Dmaj7   C#m7

Lesley-Anne with your pretty white beads
Bm7    E              G#m7         G

oh John, you'll never be a man
   A                  Bm7

   and you'll never see your    home... home again
D      E                   Bm7  E     G#m7     G

   oh Manchester, so much to answer for
A     Bm7        D        E

Edward, see those alluring lights?
tonight will be your very last night.

a woman said, "I know my son is dead
I'll never rest my hand on his sacred head."

Hindley wakes and Hindley says:
"Wherever he has gone, I have gone."

But fresh lilaced moorland fields
Cannot hide the stolid stench of death

Hindley wakes and Hindley says:
"Whatever he has done, I have done."

But this is no easy ride
for a child cries:

"find me...find me, nothing more
we're on a sullen misty moor
we may be dead and we may be gone
but we will be right by your side
until the day you die
his is no easy ride.
we will haunt you when you laugh
yes, you could say we're a team
you might sleep

Oh Manchester, so much to answer for
Oh Manchester, so much to answer for
Over the moor, I'm on the moor
The child is on the moor.

(etc + Ad lib Vox + Gtr Solo) - Fade

Dmaj7   xxO222
Amaj7   xO212O
Bm7     224232
C#m7    446454
E       O221OO
G#m7    464444
G       32OOO3
A       xO222O
D       xxO232

"Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen"

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