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Capo: 7
Band Website: www.freelancewhales.com Freelance Whales – Dark Horse Capo 7 Chords (relative to capo, ya kook):
e| Am 0 C0 G0 F0 F0 F0 B| 1 1 0 0 0 0 D| 2 0 0 0 or 0 or 0 G| 2 2 0 0 2 2 A| 0 3 2 0 0 3 E| X X 3 1 1 1
He changes how he plays the F. While picking he plays all the strings open except the bass note. While strumming (chorus) he adds the others too (I think) but it’s definitely not a full F, and these sound nice. Sounds like an Iron & Wine F to me. For finger picking technique, it’s easy, hit the bass note, Then find your way to the high note (E string on Am and B string nn the other three chords. Think Jezebel...(kind of) Intro: Am C G F* Am C G G F* (fill) e|---------------------------| B|-0h1p1---------------------| D|--------2p0h2s4p0----------| G|------------------4s5------| A|---------------------------| E|-1~~~----------------------| or (easier) e|---------------------------| B|-0h1p1---------------------| D|--------2p0h2s4p0---0------| G|------------------4--------| A|---------------------------| E|-1~~~----------------------| H = Hammer on P = Pull off S = Slide |VERSE 1|
AmOctober's got thoseC orange eyes But Gsomehow I Fstill lost sight AmWhen you lifted the Clid off of my Gpumpkin head And Fkissed me goodnight AmShould it be a Cthorn in my side We Gnever quite Fbroke that horse AmShe slept in the Ccul-de-sac right GSeven miles from Fmy front porch
Am C G F* Am C G G |VERSE 2|
AmBundle up and Ccome with me now GDown the road where to the Fburnt down barn AmWe could make a Cblanket of coats And Gbreathe our souls into the Fneighbour’s front lawn AmBut oh god that Clook in your eye GTrouble that does Fnot search words AmIt sprung from the Cbiblical vine And are Gwaiting to reFturn to the dirt
Am C G F* Am C G G |CHORUS|
The sAmtitches in your Cwinter clothes Your Gcello bows We Fstole your hair to make them We're sAmorry for the Ciron shoes We Gnailed to you And Fstuck you in the rain And then Amyou sprinted awCay Sprinted awGay to where I don'tF know AmGod's moving in your Cbloodstream Where the Gcross beats aren't so Fslow
Am C G F* Am C G F* Am C G F* Am C G G |VERSE 3|
AmYou swept all the Cred from my cheeks I Gdidn't hear you Fcome back inside AmAnd light up the Cgas in the den And Gstand there in the Fthin winter light AmBut oh god that Ccurve in your spine A Gquestion mark , A dFoctor sign Amwas framed by the Cwindowsill And you Gsaw something I Fdid not end that night You Amsaw something I Cdid not end that night G F
|CHORUS|
The sAmtitches in your Cwinter clothes Your Gcello bows We Fstole your hair to make them We're sAmorry for the Ciron shoes We Gnailed to you And Fstuck you in the rain And then Amyou sprinted awCay Sprinted awGay to where I don'tF know AmGod's moving in your Cbloodstream Where the Gcross beats aren't so Fslow AmGod's moving in your Cbloodstream Where the Gcross beats aren't so Fslow AmGod's moving in your Cbloodstream Where the Gcross beats aren't so Fslow AmGod's moving in your Cbloodstream Where the Gcross beats aren't so Fslow AmGod's moving in your Cbloodstream Where the Gcross beats aren't so Fslow
&& I don’t do banjo. Great song, enjoy. -Michael