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Ella’s in the Band – The Fratellis

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Tabbed by: Rapitinui
Email: rapitinui@gmail.com

Tuning: E A D G B e (standard)
Transcribed from “Edgy in Brixton” DVD, 2007

Strum throughout, shuffle rhythm.

Intro (repeat four times)

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

Verse

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Baby’s in the kitchen on the big black trombone

I’m in the bedroom on the cursed phone

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Everybody laughs when the band goes too slow
Meeting every Tuesday in a club in Soho
I’m just dreaming on Rockefeller Plaza

Paul’s in the hall with the bedroom plaything

He’s wishing he could give her a damn good thrashing

Everybody cries, “Well, good for you, Paul!
We never liked her very much at all.”
I’m just dreaming on Rockefeller Plaza

Chorus

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I’m just waiting on magic shoes, got three wee chords, and I just can’t lose
I’m just finding my own way there, I lost my voice and I grew my hair

Verse
Well, brother John’s long gone, keeps his nose clean

He’s sucking on a black and white TV screen

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Well, he says he got a girl and a paper memory
Pictures on the wall and a dog named Henry
I’m just dreaming on Rockefeller Plaza.

Well, Ella’s in the band but she’s always solo

She’s dressed in rags and covered in dayglo

Banging on the drums like a big white throwback
Screaming all the while at her husband, poor Jack!
I’m just dreaming of Rockefeller Plaza

Chorus
Well I’m just waiting on pigs to fly
Got cold dead brains and a reason why
I just better move half as slow
As be your dog and your one man show

Break (played twice)
(repeat three times)

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Chorus
I’m just waiting on magic shoes
Got three wee chords, and I just can’t lose
I’m just finding my own way there
Oh I lost my voice and I grew my hair
I’m just waiting on pigs to fly
Got cold dead brains and a reason why
If I just didn’t move half as slow
I’d be your dog and your one man show

Song: Jesus Stole My Baby
Artist: The Fratellis
Album: Here We Stand (2008)

CAPO 2nd FRET

Jesus stole my baby
Jesus stole my girl
He took her away for an hour every Sunday
And cut all of her beautiful curls

She was always easy
Seven days of the week
Now she’s a bore and I’ve seen it before
She thinks it gives her some kind of mystique

Said that she just wants to save me
Said you can’t go on the way that you are
She chased all my friends, hurts my brain till it bends
Hides my cigarettes and steals my guitar

F G D (x3)

And it’s a long time since she was mine,
Pretending I am fine
Another simple boy on the telephone line
And though she is living here with me
I’m aching to be free
She takes it all so god damn seriously

G F (x4)

Well I’ve always been in love with her treasure
But she might as well be locked up in chains
When I ask she says no and I’m feeling so low
I’m bursting from my feet to my brains

Now if I could only talk to this Jesus
I’d tell him just how lonely I’ve been
I’d ask him to send home my baby again
So she can see what kinda state I’ve been in

Jesus stole my baby
So maybe I should steal his
She used to be mine
Now she’s so dull and divine
May not be nice but that’s the way that it is

F G D (x3)

And I’m lost here among the clowns
Jesus men in gowns
All sandals and out of tune guitars
And she talks in terrified tones
Of skeleton bones
Screaming through a mangled microphone

And it’s a long time since she was mine,
Pretending I am fine
Another simple boy on the telephone line
And though she is living here with me
I’m aching to be free
She takes it all so god damn seriously

A (x2)

Dm C G (til fade).