Tom: G
Words and Music: Jakob Dylan
Tabbed By Ian (*)
Intro: (one guitar throughout entire song picks chords)
Em D B Em D
E------------------------------------------
B------------------------------------------
G-2h4------------------------2-2-2p0-2-0---
D----2~----------1~-2h4-2~~--------------2-
A------------1h2---------------------------
E------------------------------------------
C G /f# Em
E------------------------
B----------------3/5-5~~-
G-----------4~-4---------
D------------------------
A------------------------
E------------------------
Em D
B Em (fill one)
Just as long has he can see
D
One hand in the birdfeed
C G /f#
And a hand in the apple tree
Em
He stands in line,
D
Just a little behind
B Em
A yellow moon that hangs
Em D B
He\\\'s all tangled and he broke his sticks on the links
G /f# Em
Of his own chain gang
(repeat intro)
You oughta see this home that he owns
It\\\'s like a box of jewelrey (fill two)
He\\\'s got his own church bell
And his bed, it lays in a gallery
And all the colors they shine like flames
Coming in through the window pane
They end up getting checked over twice
For the reds of someone\\\'s veins
G C
It\\\'s so cold and blown all apart
G C
It\\\'s so cold and needing of a heart
(repeat intro but play first three notes twice)
He stands alone on the top of his home
Where all the blue birds flown (fill two)
Sucks in on his cheeks and he cries
And he moans through a saxophone
He reaches high with his hands in the sky
And puts his fingers right into the storm (fill two)
Always one to stand under the moon
And blow on his own horn
And anyone with anything has already begun to think
That somebody down there knows
Just how he sat on his knees in the dirt
And buried someone\\\'s rainbow
It\\\'s so cold and blown all apart
It\\\'s so cold and needing of a heart
Well, I know you ain\\\'t my enemy
The only one\\\'s inside of me
He\\\'s killing me getting free
I heard he wants my head on an old ice pick
And fix me up on a stick
And all I\\\'ve ever got to be
Is everything I want to be
He still stands tall underneath that apple tree
Man, he\\\'s still watching me
His chain gang is trying to pull me down
Like the birds and the fireflies
They shoot arrows up into the skies
And the burn all the feathers dry
Well, he only wants to fill his belly up
With rocks till it hurts, then he stops
Well, he don\\\'t know what to do with love
If it don\\\'t fill his belly to the top
It\\\'s so cold and blown all apart
It\\\'s so cold and needing of a heart
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Fill One Fill Two
E------ E--------------------
B------ B--------------------
G-2h4-- G-2h4-4-2h4-4-2h4-4--
D----2- D------------------2-
A------ A--------------------
E------ E--------------------
Fill Three (note: played before every “B" chord.)
E-------
B-------
G-------
D-------
A-0-1-2-
E-------
Enjoy! (I Think I Fixed It!)
