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Something Biblical



Andrew Bird



Cover & chords by Adrian Vazquez. [email protected]



INTRO

F      C    ( X 4)



                F                         C

Take your apples from the earth

                F                             C

And your fingerlings from the air

       D7.                            G.                   E                       

If you cried when you were born

                                 F

'Cause it ain't fair

                                                G

You got nothing, nothing to wear





Dm.                                                     C

       And there's a drink that we're all needing

E                                                   F 

      A need to weep but we have tried

Dm.                                                        C

      And though the clouds we keep on seeding

E.                                         F.                                    F       C

      Still the county remains dry, the county remains dry

                                  F               G

The county remains dry



Dm.                                             C

     I see your coat, that it needs sewing

E.                                                               F

     And these seeds will sow the corn silk bride

Dm.                                                C

      But in your absence nothing's growing

E.                                                F.                                  F.       C

    And still the county remains dry, the county remains dry

                                   F.              G

The county remains dry



         F                       C

Well still we keep on dreaming

            F                C

Of that fifty-year flood

       F.             C

Of oceans of plasma

        F.          C

And rivers of blood



                 F.                       C

Take your apples from the earth

                F.                           C

And your fingerlings from the air

D7.                                      G.                    E

If you cried when you were born

                          F

'Cause it ain't fair

                                                 G

You got nothing, nothing to wear



OUTRO



Dm.   C.    E.    F.   C