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COME ON HOME .:: Emily Saliers ::. [Okay, this is how amy plays this song. I'm still working on Emily's part, but i've almost got it down, so i'll tab that one as soon as i finish it. amy plays this song with no capo, in standard tuning, although some of the chords are a little complicated. i know that emily plays it on the 7th fret in drop d, but...here's amy's part.] no capo, standard tuning CHORDS USED: A: x02220 A/G#: 4x2200 D: x00232 Dm: x00231 E: 022100 F#m: 244222 F#m/A: 044222 D/C#: x40230 Bm: x24432 Bm/A: x04432 C#sus9:x4342x INTRO: A D A E F#m F#m/A D D D/C# Bm Bm Bm/A E VERSE:
ADark clouds are comin' like an Darmy ASoon the sky will open up and Edisarm me
F#mYou will go just like you've F#m/Agone beforeD DOne sad soldier oD/C#ff to Bmwar, Bmenemies thatBm/A only Eyou can see.
ADishes stacked, the table clearDed AIt's always like the scene of the last supper Ehere
F#mYou speak so cryptically F#m/Athat's not Dnews to me DThe flood is hereD/C# it will cBmarry you
BmAnd I'vBm/Ae got Ework to do. ACome on home, the team you're Dhitched to has a Emind of its F#mown
But it's just the Gforces of your Dpast you've fought before ACome back A/G#here and shut the Ddoor
Bm C#sus9 d I'm stacking sandbags against the river of your troubles. FILL: A D VERSE: (same) There is fire there is lust Some will trade it all for someone they could trust There's a bag of silver for a box of nails It's so simple the betrayal Though it's known to change the world and what's to come. CHORUS:(same) Just come on home, the team you're hitched to has a mind of its own But it's just the forces of your past you've fought before Don't you recognize them anymore I'm stacking sandbags against the river of your troubles. MIDDLE:
There's the DgivDmen and the Aexpected I count my Dblessings while C#sus9I eye what I've F#mneglectedF#m/A
Is this forD better is this C#sus9for worse F#m F#m/A You're all jammed Dup and the D/C#dam's about to Bmburst. E
VERSE: (same) I hear the owl in the night I realize that some things never are made right By some will we string together here Days to months and months to years What if everything we have adds up to nothing. CHORUS:(same) Come on home, the team you're hitched to has a mind of its own But it's just the forces of your past you've fought before Come back here and shut the door I'm stacking sandbags against the river of your troubles OUTRO: A D A E F#m F#m/A D D D/C# Bm Bm Bm/A E A Castmenotaway@hotmail.com