Coda tab by Chris Bathgate

Tabs

Chris Bathgate
Coda (Ann St. Pt. 2)
A augmentedA Cork Tale Wake

Can be played in standard tuning but I prefer to tune the G+G string to
a G#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 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