The Year Of The Get You Alone chords by Field Report

Tuning: Standard tuning

Difficulty: novice

SONG:   THE YEAR OF THE GET YOU ALONE
ARTIST: FIELD REPORT
TAB BY: DON CZARSKI
EMAIL:  GUITARZAN7@HOTMAIL.COM

          THE YEAR OF THE GET YOU ALONE
                  FIELD REPORT

CAPO: 1st FRET


INTRO: (FOR INTRO I PLAY THE 1st VERSE CHORDS QUICKLY
        FROM THE VERY BEGINNING OF THE SONG)

D  Bm  D  Bm  Em  A  Em  A  D

VERSE:
D
In the year of the Get You Alone
            Bm
I got you alone
        D
And I showed you that I’d been drinking
                 Bm
In a handful of words
     Em
The lecture landed all kinds of places
             A
Places with vistas of buckthorn and tamarack.
         Em
Can you measure remorse in invasive species?
           A
Will they hang their heads and swear not to grow back?


CHORUS:
G             D
  All my love
Bm          A      F
  What have we become?
 G              D
Crippled by joy
Bm        A        D    (use Dsus4 and Dsus2
  And pursuit thereof    also for variation)


VERSE:
        D
In the year of the Get You Alone
               Bm
I got you on a boat
    D
And I did all my drinking at home,
                      Bm
before we got to the shore
 Em
Don’t look down now,
          A
But this water has a sinister motive
      Em
It's carving out my confidence
      A
And flooding my crumbling home


CHORUS:
G           D
 All my love
Bm          A     F
  What have we become?
 G              D
Crippled by joy
Bm        A        G    D   Bm  D   G   Em7
  And pursuit thereof


VERSE:
Bm
  Somebody's sleeping with director’s daughters
D
And taking drugs I’ve never tried
Bm
  I drink at home most days now
     D
And sometimes sleep with my wife
Bm
   And I lost my job in a kitchen
                        D
Guess I belong in this city’s withered arms
Bm
Cradled in her unset broken ulna,
             D
Spangled by dishwater tears

Like silver bracelet charms
Em7
I don’t love her

Like I love you
           D
I’ve been saving up my money,
       A
Gonna buy us a new car
      Em7
This city

She taught me a thing or two,
    D
To take a ride from anyone

Going far, far, far away from


CHORUS/OUTRO:
G            D
 All my love
Bm          A      F
  What have we become?
 G              D
Crippled by joy
Bm        F#m      G    D
  And pursuit thereof


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SONG:   THE YEAR OF THE GET YOU ALONE
ARTIST: FIELD REPORT
TAB BY: DON CZARSKI
EMAIL:  GUITARZAN7@HOTMAIL.COM

          THE YEAR OF THE GET YOU ALONE
                  FIELD REPORT

CAPO: NONE

INTRO: (FOR INTRO I PLAY THE 1st VERSE CHORDS QUICKLY
        FROM THE VERY BEGINNING OF THE SONG)

Eb Cm  Eb Cm  Fm Bb  Fm Bb  Eb

VERSE:
Eb
In the year of the Get You Alone
            Cm
I got you alone
        Eb
And I showed you that I’d been drinking
                 Cm
In a handful of words
     Fm
The lecture landed all kinds of places
             Bb
Places with vistas of buckthorn and tamarack.
         Fm
Can you measure remorse in invasive species?
           Bb
Will they hang their heads and swear not to grow back?


CHORUS:
Ab            Eb
  All my love
Cm          Bb     Gb
  What have we become?
 Ab             Eb
Crippled by joy
Cm        Bb       Eb   (use Ebsus4 and Ebsus2
  And pursuit thereof    also for variation)


VERSE:
        Eb
In the year of the Get You Alone
               Cm
I got you on a boat
    Eb
And I did all my drinking at home,
                      Cm
before we got to the shore
 Fm
Don’t look down now,
          Bb
But this water has a sinister motive
      Fm
It's carving out my confidence
      Bb
And flooding my crumbling home


CHORUS:
Ab          Eb
 All my love
Cm          Bb    Gb
  What have we become?
 Ab             Eb
Crippled by joy
Cm        Bb       Ab   Eb  Cm  Eb  Ab  Fm7
  And pursuit thereof


VERSE:
Cm
  Somebody's sleeping with director’s daughters
Eb
And taking drugs I’ve never tried
Cm
  I drink at home most days now
     Eb
And sometimes sleep with my wife
Cm
   And I lost my job in a kitchen
                        Eb
Guess I belong in this city’s withered arms
Cm
Cradled in her unset broken ulna,
             Eb
Spangled by dishwater tears

Like silver bracelet charms
Fm7
I don’t love her

Like I love you
           Eb
I’ve been saving up my money,
       Bb
Gonna buy us a new car
      Fm7
This city

She taught me a thing or two,
    Eb
To take a ride from anyone

Going far, far, far away from


CHORUS/OUTRO:
Ab           Eb
 All my love
Cm          Bb     Gb
  What have we become?
 Ab             Eb
Crippled by joy
Cm        Gm       Ab   Eb
  And pursuit thereof