Polaroids (Acordes)

Shawn Colvin

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 Polaroids by Shawn Colvin

Tabbed by: Neil Palfreyman

Email: [email protected]

Tuning: DADGBD  (This song is played with a capo on 4th fret.)

Listen to the original for the strumming pattern.



[Verse 1]

  D                       D/B                     D                        D/B        Em

D|0----------------------|0----------------------|0-----------------------|0----------0-----------|

B|3----------------------|3----------------------|3-----------------------|3----------3-----------|

G|2----------------------|0----------------------|2-----------------------|0----------0-----------|

D|4----------------------|2----------------------|4-----------------------|2----------2-----------|

A|0----------------------|0----------------------|0-----------------------|0----------2-----------|

D|0----------------------|0----------------------|0-----------------------|0----------2-----------|

  Please no more therapy, Mother Take care of me  Piece me together with a needle and thread



  D                       D/B                          D                        D/B          Em

D|0----------------------|0---------------------------|0-----------------------|0------------0---------|

B|3----------------------|3---------------------------|3-----------------------|3------------3---------|

G|2----------------------|0---------------------------|2-----------------------|0------------0---------|

D|4----------------------|2---------------------------|4-----------------------|2------------2---------|

A|0----------------------|0---------------------------|0-----------------------|0------------2---------|

D|0----------------------|0---------------------------|0-----------------------|0------------2---------|

  Wrap me in eiderdown,   lace from your wedding gown. Fold me and lay me down  on your bed.



   G                    D/F#                              F                         F            A

 D|0-------------------|0--------------------------------|0------------------------|0------------0---------|

 B|0-------------------|0--------------------------------|0------------------------|0------------2---------|

 G|4-------------------|2--------------------------------|2------------------------|2------------2---------|

 D|5-------------------|4--------------------------------|3------------------------|3------------2---------|

 A|5-------------------|4--------------------------------|3------------------------|3------------0---------|

 D|5-------------------|4--------------------------------|3------------------------|3------------0---------|

Or liken me to a shoe,  blackened and spit-shone through. Kicking back home to you, smiling back home.



  D                          D/B                         Em                       Em

D|0-------------------------|0--------------------------|0-----------------------|0----------------------|

B|3-------------------------|3--------------------------|3-----------------------|3----------------------|

G|2-------------------------|0--------------------------|0-----------------------|0----------------------|

D|4-------------------------|2--------------------------|2-----------------------|2----------------------|

A|0-------------------------|0--------------------------|2-----------------------|2----------------------|

D|0-------------------------|0--------------------------|2-----------------------|2----------------------|

  Singing back home to you.  Laughing back home to you,  Dragging back home    to you.



[Verse 2]

D                       D/B            D                    D/B        Em

I was so wary then, The ugly American, Thinner than oxygen, Tough as a 

D                           D/B                          D                    D/B      Em

I said you can lie to me, I own what's inside of me, And nothing surprises me anymore

    G                   D/F#                   F                                    A

But forests in Germany, Kids in the Tuileries, Broken-down fortresses In old Italy

    D                     D/B                  Em                          Em

And claiming his victory, Shrouded in mystery, He went running away with me



[Verse 3]

D                          D/B                               D                    D/B       Em

Back in our home New York, Walking these streets forlorn, We all in our uniforms, Black and black

D                           D/B                            D                                D/B            Em

Doing that slouch and jive, The artist must survive, We've got all we need we cried, And we don't look back

G                        D/F#                       F                                      A

Thinking we had it made, Poised for the hit parade, Knee deep in accolades, The conceptual pair

    D                       D/B                    Em                          Em

But ever the malcontent, He left without incident, Vanished into thin air



[Verse 4]

D                       D/B                       D                          D/B          Em

Now I am always amazed, Words can fill up a page, Pages fill up the days, Between him and me

        D                             D/B                         D                          D/B       Em

But the vows that we never keep, From bedrooms to business-speak, Make me remember how cheap Words can be

        G                            D/F#                               F                             A

And the letters I wrote you of, Were those of the desperate stuff, Like begging for love in a suicide threat

    D                          D/B                    Em                    Em

But I am too young to die, Too old for a lullaby, Too tired for life on the ledge



[Verse 5]

D                                D/B                          D                       D/B        Em

But I had a dream last night, Of lovers who walked the plank, Out on the edge of time Amidst ridicule

     D                                  D/B                     D                      D/B           Em

They laughed as they rocked and reeled, Over the mining fields, Coming to rest on this ship of fools

    G                       D/F#                F                                  A

But he just took Polaroids, Of her smile in the light, Of the dawn of the menacing sky

    D                               D/B                       Em          Em

And before they went overboard, She turned and held up a card And it said Valentine



[Outro]

D     D/B     D    D/B  Em

D     D/B     D    D/B  Em

D     D/B     D    D/B  Em

D     D/B     D    D/B  Em