Date: Mon, 8 Jan 1996 23:33:40 -0500
Subject: Son Volt, "Too Early"
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Too Early
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Jay Farrar
from Son Volt, "Trace"
( Tab from: http://www.guitartabs.cc/tabs/s/son_volt/too_early_crd_ver_2.html )
[G]Mileage has taken its toll, painted with [C]lines to show,
[Am] [Em] [G]
You've had your fill of asphalt[D], cough tremors and smoke-filled doors.
[G]Look like the habit c[C]ontrols you, look like you need a rest,
[Am]You've m[Em]ade it to th[G]e teller line, don't k[D]now what to expect.
(chorus)
[Am]God know[C]s you don't need it,
[Em]Too earl[G]y you might be the one.
Find yourself some[D]one else,
Too ear[C]ly in the sun.
Song strains distant over the barroom drink-filled roar,
The old folksinger lays it down, not for long, no longer ignored.
Spinning tales of temptation, of gambling days lost and won,
No crimes committed here, too much habit could be the one.
(chorus)
Never seen half of what you've seen, real life never quite adds up.
The road goes on when the faces don't, word of mouth never tells the truth.
I'd like to hear your story told with a two-step beat and rhyme,
Could be Tennessee or Texas, on and on the mad road winds.
(chorus)
Subject: Son Volt, "Too Early"
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Too Early
:::::::::
Jay Farrar
from Son Volt, "Trace"
( Tab from: http://www.guitartabs.cc/tabs/s/son_volt/too_early_crd_ver_2.html )
[G]Mileage has taken its toll, painted with [C]lines to show,
[Am] [Em] [G]
You've had your fill of asphalt[D], cough tremors and smoke-filled doors.
[G]Look like the habit c[C]ontrols you, look like you need a rest,
[Am]You've m[Em]ade it to th[G]e teller line, don't k[D]now what to expect.
(chorus)
[Am]God know[C]s you don't need it,
[Em]Too earl[G]y you might be the one.
Find yourself some[D]one else,
Too ear[C]ly in the sun.
Song strains distant over the barroom drink-filled roar,
The old folksinger lays it down, not for long, no longer ignored.
Spinning tales of temptation, of gambling days lost and won,
No crimes committed here, too much habit could be the one.
(chorus)
Never seen half of what you've seen, real life never quite adds up.
The road goes on when the faces don't, word of mouth never tells the truth.
I'd like to hear your story told with a two-step beat and rhyme,
Could be Tennessee or Texas, on and on the mad road winds.
(chorus)
