Mount Marcy
Frontier Ruckus
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E|E|------------------------------ E|---------------------------------- E|-----------|| Mount Marcy - Frontier Ruckus E|E|------------------------------ E|---------------------------------- E|-----------||Tabbed by: 3lacksabbath81 Email: sskinner@wit.edu The Orion Songbook: Track 5 Matthew Milia: songs, voice, guitar, harmonica, pedal steel David W. Jones: banjo, voice, dobro Zachary Nichols: brass, singing-saw, melodica, keyboards Ryan Etzcorn: drums, percussion Tuning: Standard This riff is a little tricky Fingering... P M R e||----------------3--2--0--------------||B||---3--3-3-3--3--0--0--0--3---3--3-3--||G||---0--0-0-0--0--0--0--0--0---0--0-0--||D||---0--0-0-0--0--0--0--0--0---0--0-0--||A||---2--2-2-2--2---------------2--2-2--||E||---3--3-3-3--3---------------3--3-3--|| Intro G(riff)x4, Am, G(riff)x4, Am Verse IG Mount Marcy is growing sparse, she is the farce that I would like to Am G(riff)x2 Tell From the bottom of your wellG Feel the bushes, brambles rambling. Ample sapling, suckling all the Am G(riff)x2 Air and the north from Marcys hairContinúa después del anuncioAm When my death-day comes G(riff)x2 When my death-day numbs meAm I shall become one G(riff)x2 I shall become nothing C G(riff)x4, Am And something, something is the heaven-king for me Verse IIG Your crucifixion-three-large-hills are shadow-making over stilts we Am G(riff)x2 Built on the mountains siltG Marcy, youre my favorite love, seventeen and freckled like aAm G Soul to forget you would be so, oh, oh, ohAm Hard on me. Hard on me. Hard on me G(Riff)x2 to cut you from my dream-range Am G(riff)x2 But we shall become one, we shall become nothingC And something, that something isD, G the heaven-king for me! -Banjo Solo- 1! 2! 1! 2! 3! 4!Am C E|------------0--|-----------0--2- B|------------1--|-----------1--3- G|------------2--|-----------0--2- D|------------2--|-----------2--0- A|--------0---0--|--------0--3---- E|--0-2-3--------|--0-2-3--------- D G E|-3--| B|-3--| G|-0--| D|-0--| A|-2--| E|-3--|Verse IIIG Birds are chirping, youre usurping things that I would never want to Am G(riff)x2 Tell from the top of your landfillG Workers smoking, all evoking western counties, full of filth andAm G Love to which youre bound above Am G(riff)x2 When my death-day comes for certain, Ill be sorry Am G(riff)x2 For all that I have done indoors when outside sons were shiningC They are blinding, binding, reminding me the heaven-king is one.Am C e||------------0--||-----------0--2--3--|--3p0--------------3~-----|D G B||------------1--||-----------1--3--3--|-----3p0-----------3~-----| G||------------2--|x2----------0--2--0--|--------2p0--------0~-----|D||------------2--||-----------2--0--0--|------------0------0~-----|A||--------0---0--||--------0--3-----2--|--------------0----2~-----|E||--0-2-3--------||--0-2-3----------3--|----------------3--3~-----| Sources: ************************************ | / slide up | \ slide down | h hammer-on | p pull-off | ~ Let Ring