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Beck - Woe On Me (Previously Unreleased) One Foot in the Grave
This is a very simplified way to play the song, it s not very accurate, but does sound similar.
Tuning: 2 steps down
The verse is basically a Gmajor:
e----333--33---33---33---33-00000-|
b----333--33---33---33---33-00000-|
g----000--00---00---00---00-00000-|
d----000--00---00---00---00-00000-|
a----222-333---22--333---22-00000-|
e--3-33------3-33------3-33-33333-|
- (As transcribed above)
On the old forgotten crossways where the fourteen rivers did meet
The bones of our elders were lying in the street
On the dark and dusty desert like a ghost I ve flown
I barely cried wherever I d ride I ride I never found a home
Woe on me
Somehow I will feel more free
To wallow in the empty headed peace
Where the plain hearted sorrows never cease
I am just a ramshackle I go from town to town
Where there is no shelter I lay down on the grown
I ve killed for no reason I ve pissed upon a kind
Cost them all and burned the bone when I ve had the time
Woe on me
Somehow I will feel more free
To wallow in the empty headed peace
Where the plain hearted sorrows never cease
Well there s saints and there are animals they ve taken what they could
And it s written in the pages to do just what they should
Well they stood the test and burned the rest and tore them limb from limb
Like a fashion with no passion they open up their skin
Woe on me
Somehow I will feel more free
To wallow in the empty headed peace
Where the plain hearted sorrows never cease
This is a very simplified way to play the song, it s not very accurate, but does sound similar.
Tuning: 2 steps down
The verse is basically a Gmajor:
e----333--33---33---33---33-00000-|
b----333--33---33---33---33-00000-|
g----000--00---00---00---00-00000-|
d----000--00---00---00---00-00000-|
a----222-333---22--333---22-00000-|
e--3-33------3-33------3-33-33333-|
- (As transcribed above)
On the old forgotten crossways where the fourteen rivers did meet
The bones of our elders were lying in the street
On the dark and dusty desert like a ghost I ve flown
I barely cried wherever I d ride I ride I never found a home
Woe on me
Somehow I will feel more free
To wallow in the empty headed peace
Where the plain hearted sorrows never cease
I am just a ramshackle I go from town to town
Where there is no shelter I lay down on the grown
I ve killed for no reason I ve pissed upon a kind
Cost them all and burned the bone when I ve had the time
Woe on me
Somehow I will feel more free
To wallow in the empty headed peace
Where the plain hearted sorrows never cease
Well there s saints and there are animals they ve taken what they could
And it s written in the pages to do just what they should
Well they stood the test and burned the rest and tore them limb from limb
Like a fashion with no passion they open up their skin
Woe on me
Somehow I will feel more free
To wallow in the empty headed peace
Where the plain hearted sorrows never cease