Standard tuning

Intro

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B———————————0-0-0-0-|
G———————————1-1-1-1-|
D-9-9-9-9-7-7-7-7-6-6-6-6———2-2-2-2-|
A-7-7-7-7-5-5-5-5-4-4-4-4-7-7-7-7-2-2-2-2-|
E————————-5-8-5-8-0-0-0-0-|

(mandolin arr for guitar – play staccato)
(rhythm continues as above):
e-12~10~9~~8-I-12//15\12-I-|

B————I————I-|
G————I————I-|
D————I————I-|
A————I————I-| (x2)
E————I————I-|

VS:
i got a new home down among the fish and grass and stones
i was taken down because of stole money that was owed
you can have fun with a little fire but if you paint me as a liar
you can count your days and watch the steps you take

Chs:
you can find me at the bottom of the lake
you can find me at the bottom of the lake
at the bottom of the lake where the roots all grow
where the sun don’t shine and the wind don’t blow
you can find me at the bottom of the lake

(mandolin arr for guitar – play staccato):

e-12~10~9~8-I-12//15\12-I-12~14~15~17-I-12//15\12-|
B———–I————I————-I————|
G———–I————I————-I————|
D———–I————I————-I————|
A———–I————I————-I————|
E———–I————I————-I————|

VS2:
oh, you can take a penny you can put one upon each eye
i rode a pair of concrete boots on the cold day that i died
and i wore a black stone i had one outstanding loan
i couldn’t pay, oh, but i will pay ‘cause my life they stole away

Chs2:
you can find me at the bottom of the lake
you can find me at the bottom of the lake
at the bottom of the lake where the roots all grow
where the sun don’t shine and the wind don’t blow
you can find me at the bottom of the lake

(mandolin arr for guitar – play staccato):

e-12~10~9~8-I-12//15\12-I-12~14~15~17-I-12//15\12-|
B———–I————I————-I————|
G———–I————I————-I————|
D———–I————I————-I————|
A———–I————I————-I————|
E———–I————I————-I————|

Bridge:

Bass:

G——————–|
D—–/7-7-5-5h7p5—|
A-3-3————–7-|
E——————–|

and it’s so much better on my mind not to count my days
and it’s so much better on my mind not to count my days
and it’s so much better on my mind not to count my days
it’s so much better on my mind not to count my days
not to count my days

Repeat first VS and Chs

(mandolin arr for guitar – play staccato):

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B———–I————I————-I————|
G———–I————I————-I————|
D———–I————I————-I————|
A———–I————I————-I————|
E———–I————I————-I————|

the Builders and the Butchers

“BLACK DRESSES”

Little sister, there’s blood on the tracks,
And a lit cigarette but you’re not comin’ back,
To a town that was built on black gold and iron ore.

And the kettle got hot, and it boiled and it steamed,
And you can’t run away from the worst of your dreams,
They’ll string you up when you’re tryin’ to fall fast asleep.

She wore black dresses (black dresses)
And she never cried in the morning.
She’s got a bottle in paper
So she can forget her name.
She wore black dresses (black dresses)
And she never smiled in the morning.
She’s got a bottle in paper
So she can forget her name.

Well her home town was built by a few greedy men,
And people tell me she was descended from them.
She’s been playin’ in the darkness ever since she was a kid.

And she doesn’t mourn for her man’s come and gone,
She’s worn the color of black all along,
And she was born with a stone where there shoulda been a heart.

She wore black dresses (black dresses)
And she never cried in the morning.
She’s got a bottle in paper
So she can forget her name.
She wore black dresses (black dresses)
And she never smiled in the morning.
She’s got a bottle in paper
So she can forget her name.

Did you ever meet a girl who was born the victim of a name?
I know, ‘cuz I’m a boy who was born the victim of a name.
Did you ever meet a girl who was born the victim of a name?
I know, ‘cuz I’m a boy who was born the victim of a name.

Little sister, there’s blood on the tracks,
And a lit cigarette but you’re not comin’ back,
To a town that was built on black gold and iron ore.

She wore black dresses
And she never cried in the morning.
She’s got a bottle in paper
So she can forget her name.
She wore black dresses
And she never smiled in the morning.
She’s got a bottle in paper
So she can forget her name.

She’s got a bottle in paper
So she can forget her name.
She’s got a bottle in paper
So she can forget her name…

tabbed by PABASHE!