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Tab written by Hamon Moravejzadeh. Okkervil River - A Stone Hey, everyone! This is the most accurate version (at least on this site) I've only written chords. Listen to the song to get the accurate strumming of the chords. Now it could be that when the Am comes that it can be a chord that is similar to Am. Maybe Am7/C6. Capo on 3rd fret
HoGt breath, rough skin warm laughs,Cadd9 and smiling, the lovliestEm words whispered andD meant you likCadd9e all these things.
But though you like Dall these things you love a Gstone. You love a Cadd9stone, because it'Ds smooth and iAmt's cold. And you'd love Emmost to be tDold that it's all youCadd9r own.
You love whiteG veins, you love hard Dgrey, the heaviest Amweight, the Cadd9clumsiest shape, the Emearthiest smell, the Dhollowest tone you Cadd9love a stone.
Bridge: G D Am Cadd9
And I'm found too Gfast, called too fond of flames, and then I'm phoning my Cadd9friends, and then I'm shouldering the blame, while you're picking Empebbles out of the Ddrain, miles Cadd9ago.
You're out singing Gsongs, and I'm down shouting names at the flickerless Cadd9screen, going fucking insane. Am IEm losing my cool, overstating my Dcase? Well, baby what Cadd9can I say?
You know I Dnever claimed that I was a Gstone. And you love a Cadd9stone. You love whiteG veins, you love hard Dgrey, the heaviest Amweight, the clumsiest Cadd9shape, the earthiest Emsmell, the hollowest Dtone you love Cadd9a stone.
Bridge: G D Am Cadd9 (x2) G
You love a Cadd9stone, because it's Ddark and it's Amold and if it could Emstart being Dalive you'd stop livingCadd9 alone.
(quieter, don't strum as much)
And I think I beliGeve that if stones could Ddream they'd dream of being Amlaid side-by-side piece-by-Cadd9piece and turned into a Emcastle for some towering Dqueen they're unable to Cadd9know.
And when that queen's Gdaughter came of Dage, I think she'd be Amlovely and stubborn and Cadd9brave, and suitors would Emjourney from kingdomsD away just to make themselCadd9ves known.
And I think that I Gknow the bitter dismDay of a lover who bAmrought fresh brouquets every dCadd9ay when she turned him Emaway to remember some Dknave who onCadd9ce gave just one rose, one day, years ago.
The end: G D Am Cadd9 X4 G