Tom: C
Date: Tue, 20 Jun 1995 08:57:56 -0400 (EDT)
From: pudman
later today.
THE LAST DAY THAT WE'RE YOUNG
A7 C F F/E D A7 C F F/E
D A7 C F F/E
E |-10-9-10-9-10-9-10/-|-------------------------|------------------|
B |--------------------|-------------------------|------------------|
G |--------------------|-------------------5-4---|-----5-----5-5----|
D |--------------------|-2-2-5-2-------5-------5-|-3-3---3\2--------|
A |--------------------|-0-0-----5-3-3---3-------|------------------|
E |--------------------|-------------------------|------------------|
D
E |------------------|
B |------------------|
G |-2-2-5-5-2-x-2----|
D |-0-0-0-0-0-x-0----|
A |------------------|
E |------------------|
One guitar plays this for a few times, then the second guitar plays:
A7 C F F/E D
E |-------------------------|------------------|------------------|
B |-------------------1-----|-------2-------2--|------------------|
G |-2-2-2-0---------0---0---|-----0-------0----|-2-2-5-5-2-x-2----|
D |-0h2-2---2-----2-------2-|-2h3-----3r2------|-0-0-0-0-0-x-0----|
A |-----------0-3-----------|------------------|------------------|
E |-------------------------|------------------|------------------|
Dsus2 D C G F E
Adds up a shame to leave it all so unresolved
D C G F E
Shakes all the sheathing loose from the wire
D C G F C D D7
Time's going to be a luxury now in the responsibility empire
D C G F E
Give me some false hope I can take seriously
D C G F E
Set me some roadblocks I can't break through
D C G F
And watch what I'll risk to get what I want
C D
I think too much, I always do
CHORUS: (play tab from above)
A7 C F F/E D
No changing your side, no thinking it's time to start things over
A7 C F F/E D
No favors denied, no not on the last day that we're young
Hang up the faces, Lon Chaney your day's done
Each one is one less chance you can win
No one can get behind what they all say
And so you lose before you begin
D C# C B E A G D C# C
What was it we were always wanting?
B A F# F# E D#
Didn't we know we had it all?
Show me some some tear-eyed beauty that disappears
Every time I might happen along
Opalesque, eye-lined, owing the day
When it comes I'll have been proven wrong
CHORUS
What was it we were always wanting?
Didn't we know we had it all?
Tab by the Pudman (*)
