INTRO (guitar): Eb G# E|--------------------------------------------------------------| B|--------------------------------------------------------------| G|--------------------------------------0--(r| ing)---------------| D|----------0-----------0----------0----------------------------| A|------13---------13---------6---------------------------------| E|-4/11--------11----------4------------------------------------| G Bb G# E|--------------------------------------------------------------| B|------------------11--11--11----------------------------------| G|---12--12--12-----12--12--12----------------------------------| D|--------------------------------6-6-6-6-6-6-------------------| A|---10--10--10-------------------6-6-6-6-6-6-------------------| E|------------------11--11--11----4-4-4-4-4-4-------------------| *the tab is not rhythmically correct. it shows the number of eighth notes, but Ben is strumming sixteenth notes (swingy). Also, the B-flat (11th fret, B-string) is actually on a second which normally has the octave below it, too. But I combined the two guitars since the rest of song has no prominant second guitar. VERSES (guitar): "Photographs of the best time you had..." Windows smudged by the speed Leaving home with our bags from Iron Street As the morning turned into Califorinia Cmi Eb G# E|-------------|--------------------|-----------------------------| B|-------------|--------------------|-----------------------------| G|--0--0--0----|------------0--0----|-----------------------------| D|-------------|--------------------|-----------------------------| A|-------------|----6-----6---------|---------6--6------6--6------| E|-------------|--------------------|----4--4-------4--4----------| waking up to the sound of 5 am to take my turn at the wheel, climbed up Shasta: oh how the engine ached as the sun toturned California. And old alleys tugged deep at the heart of me, murals of heroes defacing the blank concrete. *Yeah, this part seems weird, but trust me -- that is what Ben is playing. Be sure to out the song for the rhythm of these notes. CHORUS (guitar): "And smoke trailed from the butt of my cigarette..." our glass house it threw rocks at all those it passed. "And old alleys tugged deep at the heart of me, murals of heroes defacing the blank concrete." Bb F G# E|--------------------------------------------------------------| B|--------------------------------------------------------------| G|--------------------------------------------------------------| D|-----0------0---------0-----------0---------------------------| A|---8------8---------3----------6------------------------------| E|-6-----6---------1----------4---------------------------------| G Bb G# E|--------------------------------------------------------------| B|------------------11--11--11----------------------------------| G|---12--12--12-----12--12--12----------------------------------| D|--------------------------------6-6-6-6-6-6-------------------| A|---10--10--10-------------------6-6-6-6-6-6-------------------| E|------------------11--11--11----4-4-4-4-4-4-------------------| BRIDGE (guitar): vision tunnled: mission street hunger beat lodged out as the engine wheezd, still moving regardless of stable ground - and this stable ground. G Eb Bb E|---------------13---11--11--11--------------------------------| B|--11--11--11---11---11--11------------------------------------| G|--0---0---0-----0----0---0--------8--8--8------7--7--7--------| D|--------------------------------------------------------------| A|----------------------------------6--6--6------5--5--5--------| E|-----------------------------------------------6--6--6--------| "of stable ground / and this stable ground..." G# Bb E|--------------------------------------------------------------| B|--------------------------------------------------------------| G|--5---(r| ing)----7--(ring)-------------------------------------| D|--------------------------------------------------------------| A|--3-------------5---------------------------------------------| E|--------------------------------------------------------------| photographs of the best time you had, windows smuged by the speed, leaving home with our bags from Iron Street as morning turned into California.