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#Artist: Mountain Goats
#Song: First Few Desperate Hours
#Tabbed by TK
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#Standard Tuning
#Listen to the song for the rhythm.
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#Intro:
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#EF# - A(577655) x2
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#Verse:
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[E]Bad luck [F#]comes in from [A]Tampa
[E]Bad luck [F#]comes in from [A]Tampa
On the back of a [E]truck
B(799877)
Doing ninety up the interstate
We have [E]bad dreams the [F#]night he rolls [A]in
We have [E]bad dreams the [F#]night he rolls [A]in
And we [E]try to keep our sprits [B]high
Chorus:
E(x79997) A
But they flag and they wane
When the truck pulls [F#]up out f[A]ront
In the light spring [B]rain
E A
And they sag like withering flowers
Let the good times [F#]roll [A]on
Through these first few desperate [B]hours
Repeat Intro
Verse:
Yeah the driver drops his cargo at the curb
The driver drops his cargo at the curb
And the sun peeks in
Like a killer through the curtain
And when cloven hoof prints turn up in the garden
Yeah when cloven hoof prints turn up in the garden
We keep up the good fight
We keep our spirits light
Chorus:
But they draw like flies
And there's a stomach-churning shift
In the way the land lies
And they lean like towers
On a hillside struggling to stand
Through these first few desperate hours
Yeah
Outro:
EF# - A x4
End on E
Questions/Comments/Corrections welcome to [email protected]
#Artist: Mountain Goats
#Song: First Few Desperate Hours
#Tabbed by TK
#
#Standard Tuning
#Listen to the song for the rhythm.
#
#Intro:
#
#EF# - A(577655) x2
#
#Verse:
#
[E]Bad luck [F#]comes in from [A]Tampa
[E]Bad luck [F#]comes in from [A]Tampa
On the back of a [E]truck
B(799877)
Doing ninety up the interstate
We have [E]bad dreams the [F#]night he rolls [A]in
We have [E]bad dreams the [F#]night he rolls [A]in
And we [E]try to keep our sprits [B]high
Chorus:
E(x79997) A
But they flag and they wane
When the truck pulls [F#]up out f[A]ront
In the light spring [B]rain
E A
And they sag like withering flowers
Let the good times [F#]roll [A]on
Through these first few desperate [B]hours
Repeat Intro
Verse:
Yeah the driver drops his cargo at the curb
The driver drops his cargo at the curb
And the sun peeks in
Like a killer through the curtain
And when cloven hoof prints turn up in the garden
Yeah when cloven hoof prints turn up in the garden
We keep up the good fight
We keep our spirits light
Chorus:
But they draw like flies
And there's a stomach-churning shift
In the way the land lies
And they lean like towers
On a hillside struggling to stand
Through these first few desperate hours
Yeah
Outro:
EF# - A x4
End on E
Questions/Comments/Corrections welcome to [email protected]
