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Mount Marcy - Frontier Ruckus
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Tabbed by: 3lacksabbath81
Email: [email protected]
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
[G]Mount Marcy is growing sparse, she is the farce that I would like to
Am G(riff)x2
Tell From the bottom of your well
[G]Feel the bushes, brambles rambling. Ample sapling, suckling all the
Am G(riff)x2
Air and the north from Marcys hair
[Am]When my death-day comes
G(riff)x2
When my death-day numbs me
[Am]I 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
[G]Your crucifixion-three-large-hills are shadow-making over stilts we
Am G(riff)x2
Built on the mountains silt
[G]Marcy, youre my favorite love, seventeen and freckled like a
[Am]Soul to forget you would be [G]so, oh, oh, oh
[Am]Hard 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
[G]Birds are chirping, youre usurping things that I would never want to
Am G(riff)x2
Tell from the top of your landfill
[G]Workers smoking, all evoking western counties, full of filth and
[Am]Love to which youre bound [G]above
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 [C]blinding, 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?vmtbRI4hYawU
http://www.frontierruckus.com/songbook/
| / slide up
| \ slide down
| h hammer-on
| p pull-off
| ~ Let Ring
