Coda Tab

Chris Bathgate
Coda (Ann St. Pt. 2)
A Cork Tale Wake
 
Can be played in standard tuning but I prefer to tune the G string to
a G# to make it more simple.
 
Part 1
E--------0-------0-------0-----------------------------------
B----0--------0-------0----------------4------4------4-------
G#----0--------0-------0--------0---0------0------0------0--0
D----------------------------2-------2------2------2---------
A-----------------------------2---0------0------0------0--2--
E-0--------0-------0-------0---------------------------------
 
E--------------------------------------------------------
B--------------------------------------------------------
G#--0--0---0--0---0--0---0--0------0------0------0-------
D-------------------------------4------4------4------4--2
A----4------4------4------4------2------2------2------2--
E-4------4------4------4------2------2------2------2-----
 
Part 2
E--------0-------0-------0-----------------------------------
B----0--------0-------0----------------4------4------4-------
G#----0--------0-------0--------0---0------0------0------0--0
D----------------------------2-------2------2------2---------
A-----------------------------2---0------0------0------0--2--
E-0--------0-------0-------0---------------------------------
 
E---------------------------------------------------------
B---------------------------------------------------------
G#--0--0---0--0---0--0---0----------0------0------0-------
D--------------------------------4------4------4------4--2
A----4------4------4------2/4\2---2------2------2------2--
E-4------4------4------4-------2------2------2------2-----
 
Intro: P1&2
 
Verse 1: P1&2
Every choke I choose
Caught a case of the true love blues
tie me down or I will run
tie me down and I will run
 
Verse 2 to the end: P2
and each inept embrace
spirals into a sick raw frame
when two hearts are in tune
when two hearts are a tomb
 
and in your side it glow
you're not the one who should sing so slowly
when your eyes move so fast
when your eyes move so sad
 
the only ghosts I knew
was every page that I wished into
some sad savior of yours
some sad stain on your door
 
and what you scratched in dirt
the crumbling chords that compose your worth
when a spear's in your side
when there's blood in your eyes
 
 
Questions?
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