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# From: vetters@vax1.elon.edu (Steve Vetter) Kerosene Hat - Cracker Tabbed by Steve Vetter [vetters@vax1.elon.edu]
CHow can I fly with these Gold donkey wings Dwhile the magfire [?] sings Csome shiny song Cold cornface row of Gteeth she says sweetly to me Din the elevator
EmEverything Dseems like a Cdream EmLife's a scream
Here come old kerosene hat with his earflaps waxed a'courting his girl come clattering in here on your old cloven skates with the devilish spoon [?] Everything seems like a dream And life's a scream when you're submarine [anyone got the solo?] So don't you bother me death with your leathery ways and your old chaise lounge a wickerman's [?] fence of leathery tires and the cooks gone bad, started several fires Everything seems like a dream when your submarine Head like a stream, she says softly to me from the rattling chair bring me a steak and my old pair of crows my medicine lamp Everything seems like a dream Life's a scream [some whispered stuff I can't make out] +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ I Steve Vetter I I'm not the same I I vetters@vax1.elon.edu I As I was long ago I I Elon College I I've learned some new things I I Love School of Business I And I hope that it shows... I I Alpha Kappa Psi I - Neil Young I +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ >From: vettersj@mindspring.com (Steve Vetter) >Subject: CRD: Kerosene Hat - Cracker >Date: Fri, 4 Oct 1996 19:49:00 -0400 Kerosene Hat - Cracker Tabbed by Steve Vetter [vettersj@mindspring.com] 09.28.96 I have cleaned this file up a bit. Someone mailed me the chords a couple of years ago and now I am updating the file.
EmHow can I fly with these Cold doggy wings Gwhile the magfire [?] sings Dsome shiny song Emold cornface row of Cteeth she says sweetly to me Gin the elevator D
EmEverything Dseems like a Cdream ALife's a scream
G---0--2--4--------| D--------------2---| Here come old kerosene hat with his earflaps waxed a'courting his girl come clattering in here on your old cloven skates with the devilish spoon [?] Everything seems like a dream And life's a scream when you're submarine [anyone got the solo?] So don't you bother me death with your leathery ways and your old chaise lounge a wickerman's [?] fence of leathery tires and the cooks gone bad, started several fires Everything seems like a dream when your submarine Head like a stream, she says softly to me from the rattling chair bring me a steak and my old pair of crows my medicine lamp Everything seems like a dream Life's a scream [some whispered stuff I can't make out]