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--------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mount Marcy - Frontier Ruckus --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tabbed by: 3lacksabbath81 Email: sskinner@wit.edu The Orion Songbook: Track 5 Matthew Milia: songs, voice, guitar, harmonica, pedal steel David W. Jones: banjo, voice, dobro Zachary Nichols: brass, singing-saw, melodica, keyboards Ryan Etzcorn: drums, percussion Tuning: Standard This riff is a little tricky Fingering... P M R e||----------------3--2--0--------------|| B||---3--3-3-3--3--0--0--0--3---3--3-3--|| G||---0--0-0-0--0--0--0--0--0---0--0-0--|| D||---0--0-0-0--0--0--0--0--0---0--0-0--|| A||---2--2-2-2--2---------------2--2-2--|| E||---3--3-3-3--3---------------3--3-3--|| Intro G(riff)x4, Am, G(riff)x4, Am Verse I
GMount Marcy is growing sparse, she is the farce that I would like to Am G(riff)x2 Tell From the bottom of your well GFeel the bushes, brambles rambling. Ample sapling, suckling all the Am G(riff)x2 Air and the north from Marcys hair
AmWhen my death-day comes G(riff)x2 When my death-day numbs me AmI shall become one G(riff)x2 I shall become nothing C G(riff)x4, Am And something, something is the heaven-king for me
Verse II
GYour crucifixion-three-large-hills are shadow-making over stilts we Am G(riff)x2 Built on the mountains silt GMarcy, youre my favorite love, seventeen and freckled like a AmSoul to forget you would be Gso, oh, oh, oh AmHard on me. Hard on me. Hard on me G(Riff)x2 to cut you from my dream-range Am G(riff)x2 But we shall become one, we shall become nothing C D, G And something, that something is the heaven-king for me!
-Banjo Solo- 1! 2! 1! 2! 3! 4! Am C D G e|------------0--|-----------0--2--3--| B|------------1--|-----------1--3--3--| G|------------2--|-----------0--2--0--| D|------------2--|-----------2--0--0--| A|--------0---0--|--------0--3-----2--| E|--0-2-3--------|--0-2-3----------3--| Verse III
GBirds are chirping, youre usurping things that I would never want to Am G(riff)x2 Tell from the top of your landfill GWorkers smoking, all evoking western counties, full of filth and AmLove to which youre bound Gabove Am G(riff)x2 When my death-day comes for certain, Ill be sorry Am G(riff)x2 For all that I have done indoors when outside sons were shining They are Cblinding, binding, reminding me the heaven-king is one.
Am C D G e||------------0--||-----------0--2--3--|--3p0--------------3~-----| B||------------1--||-----------1--3--3--|-----3p0-----------3~-----| G||------------2--|x2----------0--2--0--|--------2p0--------0~-----| D||------------2--||-----------2--0--0--|------------0------0~-----| A||--------0---0--||--------0--3-----2--|--------------0----2~-----| E||--0-2-3--------||--0-2-3----------3--|----------------3--3~-----| Sources: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mtbRI4hYawU http://www.frontierruckus.com/songbook/ ************ | / slide up | \ slide down | h hammer-on | p pull-off | ~ Let Ring ************