The Cold Acre

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                            THE COLD ACD  - Augie March
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Tabbed by: emery01
E-mail:

Tuning: Standard


So, deceptively the intro/verse just
 sits on a Bm while the lead guitar 
plays a little lick that seems to
move between a Bm arpeggio and an A 
major arpeggio.  I'm almost certain 
that the whole band just sits on the
 Bm
while the lead does its thing.

However I decided it sounded better 
with one guitar in the verses to 
alternate between Bm and F#m.
You can either or come up with your 
own idea on what sounds best for 
you.


Lead intro:
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D|--------9-9-------------9-9-----
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INTRO:

Bm


          Bm
There's a place I've been told

                          F#m
And when I grow old I may go there

          Bm
I've been told that my family's 
bones

                  F#m
May lie under the snow there



               D                   
With my little bag, with my little 
F#m
dog

    G
Who sleeps on my chest

                               A
When he can't find a hole in a log



       F#m             G
When I go, my dog will know


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To leave his old fellow and find a 
new pillow

A
Far from the chill of the cold acre


*INTRO*

              Bm
Now there's a Hillydale here and a 
Lilydale there

              F#m               
Where there's joy in the living, 
                         Bm
voices that ring in the air

 F#m                               
I'd stay there but sooner or later 
            D
I'd have to go



              F#m             G
Where I don't know but when a dog 
knows it's on him

                           A    
He doesn't ask why he just goes, 
        F#m         G
when I go my bones will know

To pick up and follow the wagon that
           A
 rolls on the cold acre


CHORUS:
              D                    
My heart is a cold acre and my 
     F#m
chest is a cold acre

        G                          
I don't grow any good anymore 
                 A
though I've seeded my soul


With all kinds of love, that it 
aches so



*G  O OVER VERSE*

This may be with an octave pedal or just playing octaves but it sounds fine without
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         Bm
Though I wake from them mouthing

                          F#m
They leave me not able to talk

          Bm
All these dreams are not nightmares

But realms I've been choosing to 
F#m
walk



               D                   
With my little bag, with my little 
F#m
dog

    G                              
Who rests on my stomach and barks 
       A
at the oncoming fog

             F#m               G
O but when I go with my lot in tow


Like a vampire carry my piece in the
 earth

A
To the place of my death to the 
plots of my birth


CHORUS:
              D                    
My heart is a cold acre, in my 
     F#m
chest is a cold acre

        G                          
I don't grow any good anymore 
                 A
though I've seeded my soul

With all kinds of love that don't 
          D
grow in a cold acre

           F#m
Nothing grows in a cold acre

        G
I don't grow any good anymore from 
the bad

            A
But there's one that you have, one 
that you had

  F#m                     G
O grow, grow, grow, grow, grow

                         A
And plant me in the only place I 
know that's the cold acre