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The Latter Days ukulele

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Capo on 2nd fret
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Intro:

 Dm

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 |--------1--1------1--1---------1--1--------1--1------1--1------1--3-------------|
 |--------3--3------3--3---------3--3--------3--3------3--3------3--1-------------|
 |--------2---------2------------0------0h3--3-----3---3-----0---0-----0h2-0------|
 |----0---0---------0-----0-2-3--3--------------------------------------------3---|
 |--------------0-----------------------------------------------------------------|
 |--------------------------------------------------------------------------------|



 Dm
 |----1--1----1--1--|
 |----3--3----3--3--|
 |----2-------2-----|  x2
 |-0--0-------0-----|
 |---------0--------|
 |------------------|

 Bb
 |------------------|
 |----3--3----3--3--|
 |----3--3----3--3--|  x2
 |----3-------3-----|
 |-1-------1--------|
 |------------------|

 C
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 |----1--1----1--1--|
 |----0--0----0--0--|  x2
 |----2-------2-----|
 |0h3-------2-------|
 |------------------|

Dm                                                     Bb
My family does own some land where the river is wide

C                                                     Bb
At night I see my memories dimly dying on the other side

Dm                                Bb
I know that I am now all bitterness and tart

C                             Dm                        Bb
Anatomy to me is a homesick stomach and a broken heart



Dm                                                        Bb
You rest-stops in the midnight are like friends I've worn to bone

C                                                   Bb
I only notice that you're glowing when I'm feeling so ever alone

Dm                                                 Bb
Drunken with the children now too many times to complain

C                                                Dm
Trustful was the mouth I turned into a lustful sopping hole and

              Bb
Now it's nothing but a bathtub drain



Dm                                           Bb
The latter days are harder than I ever could've known

C                                                       Dm
Come back to retrieve me sometime soon

Dm                                                Bb
If the latter days are ending then I hope I'm ending too

C                                                                         Bb
And buried someplace where your breath tastes new to me and

                          Dm
Always blowing, so my body's bent and bowing

Bb                                                        C
Deep into the day's ending in summer

Bb                                      C
The latter days are always panting like a second-comer

Dm                                      Bb
All the fleshy statues of the city-square goodbyes

C                                                                          Bb
Are flinging smooth-skin trinities and nakedness up into my eyes

Dm                                   Bb
Naked swan-necked girls, your arching backs into the sun

C                                                                Dm
The highway ditch's black clouds split the median and

                                              Bb
Breathing in of all the ribs of every bathing one



Dm
And in those trash-pit-ponds you bathe and

       Bb
Oh, how you all gleam

C
Mindlessly bright where you're wet in

Bb
Your eye-lashing, fluid-splashing, rapid-flashing

Dm
Canal-bleaching dream
For me

            
            
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