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Capo: 2
Standard Tuning Capo on 2nd fret Relative to capo Intro: Dm |-------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---------2------------0------0h3--3-----3---3-----0---0-----0h2-0------| |-------0-----0---0-----0-2-3--3--------------------------------------------3---| |--------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 |------------------| |----1--1----1--1--| |----0--0----0--0--| x2 |----2-------2-----| |0h3-------2-------| |------------------|
DmMy family does own some land where the river is wide Bb CAt night I see my memories dimly dying on the other siBbde
DmI know that I am now all bitternesBbs and tart CAnatomy to me is a homesick stDmomach and a broken heart Bb
DmYou rest-stops in the midnight are like friends I've worn Bbto bone CI only notice that you're glowing when I'm feeling sBbo ever alone
DmDrunken with the children now too many times to comBbplain CTrustful was the mouth I turned into a lustful soDmpping hole and
Now it's nothiBbng but a bathtub drain
DmThe latter days are harder than I ever could'Bbve known CCome back to retrieve me sometime soon Dm
DmIf the latter days are ending then I hope I'm endiBbng too CAnd buried someplace where your breath tastes new to me and Bb
Always blowing, so my bodyDm's bent and bowing BbDeep into the day's ending in summer C
BbThe latter days are always panting like Ca second-comer DmAll the fleshy statues of the city-squarBbe goodbyes
CAre flinging smooth-skin trinities and nakedness up into my eyes Bb DmNaked swan-necked girls, your archingBb backs into the sun
CThe highway ditch's black clouds split the median and Dm Breathing in of all the ribs of every bathing Bbone
DmAnd in those trash-pit-ponds you bathe and Oh, howBb you all gleam
CMindlessly bright where you're wet in BbYour eye-lashing, fluid-splashing, rapid-flashing
DmCanal-bleaching dream For me