Black Cadillacs

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PLEASE NOTICE: i deserve little 
credit for this work! this is based 
on the great
tab posted  by user 
"onlymodestmouse" so go check that 
out for riffs and stuff too!

i changed only a little bit. dont 
think its very true to how its 
originally played,
but as a beginner I find this easy 
to play, and sounding alright! for 
Fmaj7 i just go: x123xx
 Tuning: Standard EADGBe
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INTRO:
          Bm                G     
And it's true we named our 
             A
children after towns, that we'd 
never been to
          Bm                       
And it's true that the clouds just 
       G
hung around,
         A
Like black Cadillacs outside a 
funeral

CHORUS:
            Am                   
And we were done, done, done with 
         Fmaj7                     
all the fuck, fuck, fucking around!
   C


G                  Am            
       You were so true to 
               Fmaj7
yourself, you were true to no one 
else

     C                             
Well I should put you in the 
       G
ground.

               Am                  
I've got the time, i got the hours,
              Fmaj7
 i got the days, i got the weeks

           C                      
I could say to myself I've got words
G
 but I can't speak but I was

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Am                            
Done, done, done with all the 
Fmaj7                     C       G
circ, circ, circling 'round.


BRIDGE:
Bb
  I didn't die and I ain't 
complaining

 F                  C        G
I ain't blaming you.

Am
  I didn't know that the words you 
said to me meant more

Fmaj7                           C
to me than they ever could you.
       G


Bb                                 
  I didn't lie and I ain't saying I
F                     C        G
 told the whole truth.

Am
  I didn't know that this game we 
were playing even

F                   C      G
had a set of rules.

VERSE:
Bm                G         
   We named our children after 
     A
towns, that we'd never been to
          Bm                       
And it's true that the clouds just 
      G
hung around,
       A
Like black Cadillacs outside a 
funeral
              Bm                 
And we were laughing at the stars 
            G                    
while our feet clung tight to the 
   A
ground.
      Bm                         G
So pleased with ourselves for 
                      A
using so many verbs and nouns.
But we were all still just

CHORUS:
Am                          Fmaj7
Dumb, dumb, dumber than the dirt,
                          C      G
 dirt, dirt on the ground!

Am
Well, wings on flames, kings with no
 names,

Fmaj7                     C      
well this place just ain't got 
                       G
right air right now.

            Am                     
You were so all over town but still
    Fmaj7
 so crayola brown, well you should

C                             G
run 'round yourself right now.  And 
we were,

Am                            
done, done, done with all the 
Fmaj7                       C    
fuck, fuck, fucking around.
    G