Band: Blitzen Trapper
Song: Furr
Album: Furr
This isn't exact but it is a pretty good guide
Tuning: standard w/capo on 5th
Intro:
[A] [A/D]
e|-0--0--0-0---------------|
B|-2--2--2-2---2h3-3--3--3-|
G|-2--2--2-2---2---2--2--2-|
D|-2--2--2-2---2h4-4--4--4-| 2x
A|-0--0--0-0---0---0--0--0-|
E|-------------------------|
Y[A/D]eah, wh[A]en I was only [A/D]17, [A][E][E7]
I could [A]hear the angels [A/D]whisp[A]eri[E]ng[E7]
So I d[D]roned into the [A]woods and
wondered a[A/D]imles[A]sly a[E]bou[E7]t till
I h[D]eard my mother s[A]houting through the [E]fog[E7]
It turned [A]out to be the [A/D]howling o[A]f a d[E]og[E7]
or a wol[D]f to be e[A]xact
The sound sent s[A/D]hivers d[A]own my ba[E]ck[E7]
but I was d[A]rawn into the p[A/D]ack
And b[A]efore [E]lo[E7]ng, they allo[A]wed me
to joi[A/D]n in and si[A]ng their so[E]ng[E7]
So from the c[D]liffs and highest [A]hill, yeah
we would [A/D]gladly g[A]et our f[E]ill[E7],
howling endle[A]ssly and s[A/D]hrill[A]y at the [E]daw[E7]n.
And I l[A]ost the taste for j[A/D]udging[A] right from wro[E]ng.[E7]
For my f[D]lesh had turned to f[A]ur, yeah
And my [A/D]thoughts, they sure[A]ly we[E]re [E7]turned to
in[A]stinct and o[A/D]bedienc[A]e to G[E]od.[E7]
A A/D E E7 X2
Chorus
You can w[D]ear your f[A]ur
like the r[A/D]iver [A]on [E]fire.
[E7]But you b[D]etter be s[A]ure
if your [A/D]makin' [A]God a li[E]ar.
[E7]I'm a r[D]attlesnake, b[A]abe,
I'm like f[A/D]uel o[A]n f[E]ire.
[E7]So if you're [D]gonna' get mad[A]e,
don't be af[A/D]raid [A]of [D]what[A] you've le[E]arne[E7]d.
[E7] [A] [A/D]
[A/D]On the day[A] that I turned 23, [A/D][A][E]
I was cur[A]led up unde[A/D]rneath a dog[A]wood tree. [E]
When sudde[D]nly a g[A]irl
with skin the c[A/D]olor [A]of a [E]pearl,
wandered ai[D]mlessly,
but she [A]didn't seem to see. [E]
She was l[A]istenin' for the an[A/D]gels ju[A]st like [E]me.
So I stoo[D]d and looked abou[A]t.
I brushed the le[A/D]aves off of m[A]y snout[E].
And then I h[D]eard my mother s[A]houting through the t[E]rees.
You should have se[A]en that girl go s[A/D]haky at [A]the kne[E]es.
So I took[D] her by the ar[A]m
we settled [A/D]down upo[A]n a far[E]m.
And raised our chi[D]ldren up as
[A]gently as you pleas[E]ed.
A A/D E E7 X2
And now my [D]fur has turned to ski[A]n.
And I've been q[A/D]uickly us[A]hered i[E]n
to a wor[A]ld that I c[A/D]onfess I d[A]o not k[E]now.
But I still [A]dream of running ca[A/D]reless[A] through the snow[E].
An' through the h[D]owlin' winds that bl[A]ow,
across the an[A/D]cient dis[A]tant fl[E]ow,
it fill our bo[A]dies up like wat[A/D]er til[A]l we kn[E]ow.[E7]
A A/D A E E7 2x
Chorus
Song: Furr
Album: Furr
This isn't exact but it is a pretty good guide
Tuning: standard w/capo on 5th
Intro:
[A] [A/D]
e|-0--0--0-0---------------|
B|-2--2--2-2---2h3-3--3--3-|
G|-2--2--2-2---2---2--2--2-|
D|-2--2--2-2---2h4-4--4--4-| 2x
A|-0--0--0-0---0---0--0--0-|
E|-------------------------|
Y[A/D]eah, wh[A]en I was only [A/D]17, [A][E][E7]
I could [A]hear the angels [A/D]whisp[A]eri[E]ng[E7]
So I d[D]roned into the [A]woods and
wondered a[A/D]imles[A]sly a[E]bou[E7]t till
I h[D]eard my mother s[A]houting through the [E]fog[E7]
It turned [A]out to be the [A/D]howling o[A]f a d[E]og[E7]
or a wol[D]f to be e[A]xact
The sound sent s[A/D]hivers d[A]own my ba[E]ck[E7]
but I was d[A]rawn into the p[A/D]ack
And b[A]efore [E]lo[E7]ng, they allo[A]wed me
to joi[A/D]n in and si[A]ng their so[E]ng[E7]
So from the c[D]liffs and highest [A]hill, yeah
we would [A/D]gladly g[A]et our f[E]ill[E7],
howling endle[A]ssly and s[A/D]hrill[A]y at the [E]daw[E7]n.
And I l[A]ost the taste for j[A/D]udging[A] right from wro[E]ng.[E7]
For my f[D]lesh had turned to f[A]ur, yeah
And my [A/D]thoughts, they sure[A]ly we[E]re [E7]turned to
in[A]stinct and o[A/D]bedienc[A]e to G[E]od.[E7]
A A/D E E7 X2
Chorus
You can w[D]ear your f[A]ur
like the r[A/D]iver [A]on [E]fire.
[E7]But you b[D]etter be s[A]ure
if your [A/D]makin' [A]God a li[E]ar.
[E7]I'm a r[D]attlesnake, b[A]abe,
I'm like f[A/D]uel o[A]n f[E]ire.
[E7]So if you're [D]gonna' get mad[A]e,
don't be af[A/D]raid [A]of [D]what[A] you've le[E]arne[E7]d.
[E7] [A] [A/D]
[A/D]On the day[A] that I turned 23, [A/D][A][E]
I was cur[A]led up unde[A/D]rneath a dog[A]wood tree. [E]
When sudde[D]nly a g[A]irl
with skin the c[A/D]olor [A]of a [E]pearl,
wandered ai[D]mlessly,
but she [A]didn't seem to see. [E]
She was l[A]istenin' for the an[A/D]gels ju[A]st like [E]me.
So I stoo[D]d and looked abou[A]t.
I brushed the le[A/D]aves off of m[A]y snout[E].
And then I h[D]eard my mother s[A]houting through the t[E]rees.
You should have se[A]en that girl go s[A/D]haky at [A]the kne[E]es.
So I took[D] her by the ar[A]m
we settled [A/D]down upo[A]n a far[E]m.
And raised our chi[D]ldren up as
[A]gently as you pleas[E]ed.
A A/D E E7 X2
And now my [D]fur has turned to ski[A]n.
And I've been q[A/D]uickly us[A]hered i[E]n
to a wor[A]ld that I c[A/D]onfess I d[A]o not k[E]now.
But I still [A]dream of running ca[A/D]reless[A] through the snow[E].
An' through the h[D]owlin' winds that bl[A]ow,
across the an[A/D]cient dis[A]tant fl[E]ow,
it fill our bo[A]dies up like wat[A/D]er til[A]l we kn[E]ow.[E7]
A A/D A E E7 2x
Chorus
