Tom: C
C/G: 332010
F: 133211
G: 32000x
Em: 02200x
Intro bit
E|--------------------------1--|
B|---------------0----0h1---1--|
G|---------------2----2-----2--|
D|---0h2----3------------------|
A|3----------------------------|
E|-----------------------------|
then it goes straight into it- listen to how he plays the C/G chord in the song (3rd
fret on A string then 3rd fret on the E string)
C/G F C/G
Fool's gold on Main St. from stop signs to dangling telephones
C/G F G
Children delivering newspapers, all the grotesque and the hum-drum
F C/G Em F
I used not to worry but now it's all I do
F C/G Em F
I used to be in a hurry but now I'm dragging both my boots
F G F*
Wondering how to get from Main to Meadoooooooooooooow
*With that F chord it goes something like (it can be played in a couple variations
different from this one):
F C/G F C/G(back to the verse)
E|---------------------------------------|
B|---0-0h1p0------------------0-0h1p0----|
G|2--2-2-----0-------------2--2-2-----0--|
D|3----------2----0--0h2p0-3----------2--|
A|3------------------------3----------3--|
E|---------------------------------------|
Listen to the song to get this bit right
C/G F C/G
From fisherman to fish to butcher, the struggle is never ending
C/G F G F
You can put your life down on paper but it's not the same as swimming
C/G Em F
I dropped a hint and you were kind enough to retrieve it
F C/G Em F
You asked me where the trouble was and you were sweet enough to believe it
G F*
But it was such a sad lie I had to whisper
C/G F C/G
What happened to Blake and Eric, Douglas, Phil and Amanda?
C/G F G F
What happened to Jennifer the Great, who loved me before anyone?
C/G Em F
They're flying into the ground or walking high around my city
C/G Em F
While my head is just some town you wouldn't want to visit
G F*
It's crowded and the people all look ghostly
C/G F C/G
Fool's gold on Main St., shuffling through orphan trash
C/G F G
The birds search for the sun at their feet in every crumb of shattered glass
F C/G Em F
I slipped on holy blinders as if I could turn my body in
C/G Em F
If I'm guilty when I despair, will hope make me innocent again
G F*
Or will it only get me through this winter?
C/G F C/G
There are neon invitations where shameless billboards babble
F G
You belong to nothing at all now since your pockets have unraveled
F C/G Em F
Your soul is just a drop of the dream we collected with pans in the stream
C/G Em F
The streets of heaven are lined with it and the streets of heaven are clean
G F*
But everything you'll ever touch is dirty
