About the second tab I’m puttin’ up here so be gentle.
An amazing song by Mr. Pug called Unsophisticated heart.

Capo: 2nd fret.

Intro: Am

Take a walk on sunday, it ain’t that hard
Take a walk on sunday, it ain’t that hard

And if my thought are hard to gather
If I don’t know where to start
It ain’t my mind that matters
For I have an unsophisticated heart

I tried to trust a stranger, it got hard
You know, I tried to trust a stranger, it got hard

And now I see things like a soldier
Yet I’m jelous of the dark
If my eyes have only gotten stronger
I still have an unsophitsticated heart

Oh my eyes will be hard
And my voice will be guarded
My mind, so bewildered
And buried in the garden
You may still know me by just one part

I tried to keep your secret, it got hard
There was nowhere I could keep it, it got hard

And there’s one thing thats for certain, when they come with their dogs and
their guards, I can hide behind the thinnest of curtains
For I have an unsophisticated heart
For I, For I

Quite accurate i believe, hope you liked it 🙂
Lyrics from: http://www.songmeanings.net/songs/view/3530822107858767400/

The whole song wasn’t put up. So here’s the rest.

Capo 2

I was fallen dead in battle
Must’ve been Tuesday, I don’t know the date
I gave everything everyone asked for
But I’ll say where I’ll be laid

The many dead of my comrades
All look the same in this place
Won’t you bury me far from my uniform
So God might remember my face

Do not bother with Congress
With the rich or with the rest
I fought their battles in this world
But I’ll not fight for them in the next

Do not find me justice
Just find me a grave
And then bury me far from my uniform
So God might remember my face

My mother, my mother you’ll cry for me
You’ll weep, with the next of our kin
You must promise never to think of
What is not, and what could have been

I’ll not return to your table
So don’t save me a place

Just bury me far from my uniform
From the iron cross medals I would’ve worn
From the statues that sisters and widows mourn
From the newspaper clippin’s and microform
From Geneva, The Hague and Nuremberg
From the sex of this world that I’ll no longer taste

Won’t you bury me far from my uniform
So God might remember my face
Oh God will remember my face
G D A G (quick)A (end with) D
Merciful God, please remember my face