Jacob
Jackopierce
- A
- D
- Dsus2
- Em
- G
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"JACOB" by JACKOPIERCE E|------------------------|cleaned up by Arabella Clauson (arabella@mail.utexas.edu) CAPO 2THE CHORDS: E---0--- ---0--- ---0--- ---0--- ---3---| B|---3---| ---3--- ---0--- G|---0---| ---2--- ---0--- D|---0---| ---0--- ---2--- A|---2---| ---x--- ---2--- E|---3---| ---x--- ---0--- B| ---2--- ---0---| G| ---2--- ---0---| D| ---2--- ---0---| A| ---0--- ---2---| E| ---x--- ---3---|"G" Dsus2 Em A G (for chorus) NOTES: ||The picking pattern is too complex for me to write out, but is is ||important that you hammer on the third fret of first string and then off ||as you strike the bass G note || ||the A before the chorus has a suspended lick in it ||listen for the 2nd string--it goes from fret 2 to 3 to 2 to 0 ||(listen and you'll understand) VERSE: G Dsus2 G DSUS2 Jacob's a fine boy but his parents don't get alongG Dsus2 They hardly talk, when they doEm He thinks he's doneA something wrong G Dsus2 G DSUS2Continúa después del anuncioHe heard all the screaming as he lay down to bedG Dsus2 He should have beenEm A sleeping but he listened insteadEm (chorus) They said he'sA fine, it's not his faultD Between the lines,G he somehow got caughtEm And in our game,A it's more like war I just don't think IEm A love you anymore G Dsus2 G DSUS2 He picked up the phone, his tears touched the receiverG Dsus2 His grandmother answeredEm A down in Tempe G Dsus2 G DSUS2 He told her the story - that his daddy was leavingG Dsus2 She tried to convince himEm A it was nothing he'd done (chorus) She said you'reEm A fine, it's not your faultD Between the lines,G you somehow got caughtEm And in their game,A it sounds more like warEm I just don't thinkA she loves him anymore Jacob's a father and his kids are in teens He's done what he could to make meager ends meet When it comes down to family, it's the primary goal To keep the thing working no matter the toll His sons heard them screaming about something he said He opened the door and invited them in (chorus) He said now sons, it's not your fault Between the lines you somehow got caught So when you're hurt, you lean on a crutch But I still love your mother very much OUTRO: the same as chorus -- -- -- -- -- -- Arabella Clauson arabella@mail.utexas.edu