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Thomas Jefferson (feat. Sims & Mike Miebe) - Astronautalis
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Album: This Is Our Science
Tabbed by: Eric Zilli (eric dot zilli at gmail dot com)
Standard tuning: eBGDAE
Chords
Am x02210
Dm x0323x
Dm x00231
Em x22000
NC No chord played
You could play a normal Dm instead of Dm, but
Dm into Dm gives a little more movement.
Intro x3
e|-----------------|
B|-1---1---1---0---|
G|---2---2---2-----|
D|-----------------|
A|-0---0---0-------|
E|-----------------|
[Am] Every song I sing, cuts a little bit [Dm]more,
you could never connect the copper cast with the mold.
[Em] You could never guess, y[Dm]ou could never guess,
you could n[Am]ever guess where I come from... No!
[Am] Every mile I drive, further down this ro[Dm]ad,
tears a little more off of my bones,
[Em] and you could never guess, y[Dm]ou could never guess,
you could n[Am]ever guess where I come from... No!
[Am] The first thing they was taught was how to load and lock.
Dm
Take that aim and shot, embrace the pain of shoulder blade taking stock.
[Dm] Watch a drop, pull the bolt back, load another [Em]up till the clip goes "pop".
(NC)
Till you sweep your block, and you can hear your pin drop
In a place that's more comfortable with "POP! POP! POP! POP!".
Am Dm
The first thing they learned was how to plant that carbine in the earth,
prop that helmet on the stock, hang them dog tags f[Dm]rom the lock.
Say your prayers and [Em]mark the spot, where the body's int[Am]erred,
then turn, taciturn, and talk that walk. Taste that salt!
[Am] Sprinkle a little bit of lye in the earth.
Don't cry when it hurts cause you ain't done yet son.
Dm
Spill a little bit of more blood,
everybody knows what comes from the warm wet (bed bud?)
[Dm] Better believe, when you fall to your knees
you'll [Em]cry, you're gonna pray for peace,
and plant them s[Am]eeds of the winter wheat and the Georgia peach
watered up with your red rum.
[Am] Every song I sing, cuts a little bit [Dm]more,
you could never connect the copper cast with the mold.
[Em] You could never guess, y[Dm]ou could never guess,
you could n[Am]ever guess where I come from... No!
[Am] Every mile I drive, further down this ro[Dm]ad,
tears a little more off of my bones,
[Em] and you could never guess, y[Dm]ou could never guess,
you could n[Am]ever guess where I come from... No!
I k[Am]now he would've loved this, but he had to die to give it.
Dm
I melted down his musket, turned it to a tool.
[Dm]Tilling like a fool, to [Em]see where his blood went,
[Am] See if I can grow something beautiful above it.
[Am] Standing guard above my garden till the seeds take root,
Dm
Taking shade under the trees with the sweet grapefruit.
[Dm] I'll take my yield and his old b[Em]oots till the leaves shake l[Am]oose,
I will die in these fields, but my seeds will move.
[Am] The ox and yoke know every note I hum,
Dm
written in the grass by the midday sun.
[Dm] The lamp lit ahead of [Em]me, with the earth between my f[Am]eet,
I'll sing a song into the breeze, let it fold the wheat.
[Am] Every song I sing, cuts a little bit [Dm]more,
you could never connect the copper cast with the mold.
[Em] You could never guess, y[Dm]ou could never guess,
you could n[Am]ever guess where I come from... No!
[Am] Every mile I drive, further down this ro[Dm]ad,
tears a little more off of my bones,
[Em] and you could never guess, y[Dm]ou could never guess,
you could n[Am]ever guess where I come from... No!
[Am] Every song I sing, cuts a little bit [Dm]more,
you could never connect the copper cast with the mold.
[Em] You could never guess, y[Dm]ou could never guess,
you could n[Am]ever guess where I come from... No!
[Am] Every mile I drive, further down this ro[Dm]ad,
tears a little more off of my bones,
[Em] and you could never guess, y[Dm]ou could never guess,
you could n[Am]ever guess where I come from... No!
End on ringing Am.
