Standard Tuning
Capo on 2nd fret
Relative to capo
Intro:
|-------1--1------1--1---------1--1--------1--1------1--1------1--3-------------|
|-------3--3------3--3---------3--3--------3--3------3--3------3--1-------------|
|---2---2---------2------------0------0h3--3-----3---3-----0---0-----0h2-0------|
|-------0-----0---0-----0-2-3--3--------------------------------------------3---|
|-------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
|-------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
|--------1--1------1--1---------1--1--------1--1------1--1------1--3-------------|
|--------3--3------3--3---------3--3--------3--3------3--3------3--1-------------|
|--------2---------2------------0------0h3--3-----3---3-----0---0-----0h2-0------|
|----0---0---------0-----0-2-3--3--------------------------------------------3---|
|--------------0-----------------------------------------------------------------|
|--------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
|----1--1----1--1--|
|----3--3----3--3--|
|----2-------2-----| x2
|-0--0-------0-----|
|---------0--------|
|------------------|
|------------------|
|----3--3----3--3--|
|----3--3----3--3--| x2
|----3-------3-----|
|-1-------1--------|
|------------------|
|------------------|
|----1--1----1--1--|
|----0--0----0--0--| x2
|----2-------2-----|
|0h3-------2-------|
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My family does own some land where the river is wide
At night I see my memories dimly dying on the other side
I know that I am now all bitterness and tart
Anatomy to me is a homesick stomach and a broken heart
You rest-stops in the midnight are like friends I ve worn to bone
I only notice that you re glowing when I m feeling so ever alone
Drunken with the children now too many times to complain
Trustful was the mouth I turned into a lustful sopping hole and
Now it s nothing but a bathtub drain
The latter days are harder than I ever could ve known
Come back to retrieve me sometime soon
If the latter days are ending then I hope I m ending too
And buried someplace where your breath tastes new to me and
Always blowing, so my body s bent and bowing
Deep into the day s ending in summer
The latter days are always panting like a second-comer
All the fleshy statues of the city-square goodbyes
Are flinging smooth-skin trinities and nakedness up into my eyes
Naked swan-necked girls, your arching backs into the sun
The highway ditch s black clouds split the median and
Breathing in of all the ribs of every bathing one
And in those trash-pit-ponds you bathe and
Oh, how you all gleam
Mindlessly bright where you re wet in
Your eye-lashing, fluid-splashing, rapid-flashing
Canal-bleaching dream
For me
