So Come Back I Am Waiting

G: 320003
Dm: xx0231
Dsus: xx0233
A: x02220
D: xx0232


NOTE: For all of the F chords, he 
only plays the full chord (133211) 
when he says "In
eyes" for the second time. I've
marked it with a *. All the other F 
chords are played like this: x03211.


INTRO:
*It's basically just chords, but I 
included all the picked notes too*

    Am           C      F
E|------0---------------1-----0---
B|-----1---------1------1---------
G|----2----------0---0--2-------2-
D|---2------2-0--2---0--3---3-----
A|--0-------0----3---3------------
E|--------------------------------

E|----0----| 
B|1--------| 
G|---------| 
D|--3------| 
A|---------| 
E|---------| 


       C        G        Dm   
E|--------0--------------1-----3--
B|--------1-----0---0-0--3-----3--
G|-----0----0---0---0-0--2---2-2--
D|--0--2----2-0-0---0-0--0---0-0--
A|--3--3----3-2-2-----------------
E|--------------3-----------------
  Dsus
E|---3---3-------| 
B|---3---3-------| 
G|-----2---2-----| 
D|-----0---0-----| 
A|---------------| 
E|---------------| 

FIRST VERSE:

  Am          C     F     C     
A black sheep boy revolves over 
G           Dm        Dsus  Dm
canyons and waterfalls.
  Am          C     F      C     G
Dm           Dsus
A black sheep boy dissolves in 
syringe or in shower stall.

FIRST CHORUS:

Dm
He says
         C                 G      
“there’s plenty of time to make 
  Dm     F
you mine tonight,
        C                 G        
there’s plenty of time to make you 
Dm
mine.”

He says
         C                 G  
“there’s plenty of ways to know 
             Dm
you’re not dying,
    F
all right.
              C                    
Hell, there’s plenty of light still
 G            Dm
 left in your eyes.”
        F*
In your eyes.

FIRST PD- VERSE:

Am   C   F      C  G    Dm

SECOND VERSE:

  Am          C         F       C
A black sheep boy grows horns,
          G                
breathing smoke through his 
 Dm
microphone.
Continues after the ad
    Am       C                F  
   C
           Dm
The airwaves stretch and they groan,
 bleeding, birthing his black 
diapason.

SECOND CHORUS:

He says
         C                   G    
“there’s plenty of things to wear 
         Dm      F
when you come to me,
      C        G            Dm
every color of sleeve to be rolled.
                   C          G   
There are millions of rolling eyes
            Dm       F
 that still cling to me.
      C           G          Dm
Every language of king is concerned.

BRIDGE:

      Am
So why
            Dm
did you bawl
         G             D        A
from the spell of some old holy song
          G            D   
that some liar laughed as he 
     A
composed,
     G      D           A
some liar I loved to control?”


SECOND PD- VERSE:
*I included both the chords and the 
faint guitar in the background*

    Am   C     F              C 
    G
      Dsus
E|-------------1--1---1----|--0---
B|-------------1--1---1----|----3-
G|-------------2----2---2--|------
D|---------0-2-3----3---3--|------
A|--0--2-3-----------------|------
E|-------------------------|------

E|--------1---1---1-3----3-3--| 
B|1-0-----3---3---3-3----3-3--| 
G|----2-0-2-----2---2----2-2--| 
D|--------0-----0--------0-0--| 
A|----------------------------| 
E|----------------------------| 

    Am   C     F              C 
    G
      Dsus
E|-------------1--1---1----|--0---
B|-------------1--1---1----|----3-
G|-------------2----2---2--|------
D|---------0-2-3----3---3--|------
A|--0--2-3-----------------|------
E|-------------------------|------

E|------------1---1-3--| 
B|1-0---------3---3-3--| 
G|----2-0-2-----2---2--| 
D|--------------0---0--| 
A|---------------------| 
E|---------------------| 

THIRD VERSE:
*For the first 4 lines there's no 
guitar, but the bass copies the 
notes the guitar would
playing*

  Am          C      F      Am
A black sheep boy dissolves
       C         F           Am
in hot cream, in sweet moans,
        C            F           Am
in each dead bed and empty home,
        C            F         Am
in each seething bacterium.

        C          F
Killing softly and serial,
             C              G     
he lifts his head, handsome, 
       Dm
horned, magisterial.
         C            G       
He's the smell of the moonlight 
     Dm
wisteria.
         C             G     Dm
He’s the thrill of the abecedarian.
         C         G               
(See the muddy hoofprints where he 
Dm
carried yo

THIRD CHORUS:

            C                 G   
And there’s plenty of ways to 
      Dm       F
claim his crimes tonight,
            C                   G 
and there’s plenty of things to do
        Dm
 on his dime.
            C                 G   
And there’s plenty of ways to wear
     Dm      F
 his hide tonight.

           C   G              Dm
You’ve got yours and I’ve got mine.
           C   G              Dm
You’ve got yours and I’ve got mine.

OUTRO:

       Dm
So why
              Am
did you flee?
          G              D        
Don’t you know you can’t leave his
    A
 control
     G            D               
only call all his wild works your 
A
own?
        G              D          
So come back and we’ll take them 
   A
all on.
        G            D           
So come back to your life on the 
A
lam.
        G            D            
So come back to your old black 
   A
sheep man.

He says
      G          D           A
“I am waiting on hoof and on hand.
     G            D         A
I am waiting, all hated and damned.
     G          D           A
I am waiting, I snort and I stamp.
     G            D           A   D
I am waiting, you know that I am,
       G          D           A
calmly waiting to make you my lamb”