He Was A Jazzman

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                             HE WAS A JAZZMAN - The Flatliners
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Tabbed by: JimmyBoy101

Tuning: Standard

(Intro Riff)
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Dm / Am / Dm / Am / Bb / F / Gm

Dm  Am      Dm                    Am                     Bb
  I see you gripping tight to the rails of your hospital bed

F    Gm
 You move so slow

Dm   Am      Dm                  Am                       Bb
 You say the pain you feel is too great to be inside your head

F       Gm
 I know, I know

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Bb   F       Gm
 You move so slow, yeah
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F         C
 It don't mean anything to me

Dm           Am                   Bb
 We start to die when we begin to breathe

F              C                       Gm
 But I'll keep scratching at your sympathy
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(SAME CHORDS AS PD VIOUS VERSE)

I'll wander these white halls
Scale all the walls for a thread of hope
Wrap it around myself and cross my fingers I don't choke
I'd pray if it meant anything to me
One day I'll die and finally see what all the fuss is about
Prepare yourself for the big sleep
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(SAME CHORDS AS PD VIOUS CHORUS)

It don't mean anything to me
We start to die when we begin to breathe

F        C
I'll keep scratching at your sympathy

Dm          Am
Until you're good and ready to leave
Bb        C               F
Until you feel a lot like me, yeah