Okkervil River - So Come Back I Am Waiting tab

Okkervil River - "Some Come Back, I Am waiting"
From: Black Sheep Boy
Tabbed by: Dave
E-mail: ironic_clown@hotmail.com

Should all be good. Feel free to e-mail with questions or comments.

CHORDS USED IN THIS SONG:

Am: x02210
C: x32010
F: x03211 (See note)
G: 320003
Dm: xx0231
Dsus: xx0233
A: x02220
D: xx0232


NOTE: For all of the F chords, he only plays the full chord (133211) when he says "In 
eyes" for the second time. I've
marked it with a *. All the other F chords are played like this: x03211.


INTRO:
*It's basically just chords, but I included all the picked notes too*

    Am           C      F
e|------0---------------1-----0-------0----|
B|-----1---------1------1---------1--------|
G|----2----------0---0--2-------2----------|
D|---2------2-0--2---0--3---3-------3------|
A|--0-------0----3---3---------------------|
E|-----------------------------------------|

       C        G        Dm   Dsus
e|--------0--------------1-----3-----3---3-------|
B|--------1-----0---0-0--3-----3-----3---3-------|
G|-----0----0---0---0-0--2---2-2-------2---2-----|
D|--0--2----2-0-0---0-0--0---0-0-------0---0-----|
A|--3--3----3-2-2--------------------------------|
E|--------------3--------------------------------|

FIRST VERSE:

  Am          C     F     C     G           Dm        Dsus  Dm
A black sheep boy revolves over canyons and waterfalls.
  Am          C     F      C     G          
Dm           Dsus
A black sheep boy dissolves in syringe or in shower stall.

FIRST CHORUS:

Dm
He says
         C                 G        Dm     F
“there’s plenty of time to make you mine tonight,
        C                 G        Dm
there’s plenty of time to make you mine.”

He says
         C                 G               Dm
“there’s plenty of ways to know you’re not dying,
    F
all right.
              C                     G            Dm
Hell, there’s plenty of light still left in your eyes.”
        F*
In your eyes.

FIRST PRE-VERSE:

Am   C   F      C  G    Dm

SECOND VERSE:

  Am          C         F       C
A black sheep boy grows horns,
          G                 Dm
breathing smoke through his microphone.
    Am       C                F     C          
           Dm
The airwaves stretch and they groan, bleeding, birthing his black diapason.

SECOND CHORUS:

He says
         C                   G             Dm      F
“there’s plenty of things to wear when you come to me,
      C        G            Dm
every color of sleeve to be rolled.
                   C          G               Dm       F
There are millions of rolling eyes that still cling to me.
      C           G          Dm
Every language of king is concerned.

BRIDGE:
[ Tab from: http://www.guitaretab.com/o/okkervil-river/72228.html ]
      Am
So why
            Dm
did you bawl
         G             D        A
from the spell of some old holy song
          G            D        A
that some liar laughed as he composed,
     G      D           A
some liar I loved to control?”


SECOND PRE-VERSE:
*I included both the chords and the faint guitar in the background*

    Am   C     F              C     G     
      Dsus
e|-------------1--1---1----|--0-----------1---1---1-3----3-3--|
B|-------------1--1---1----|----3-1-0-----3---3---3-3----3-3--|
G|-------------2----2---2--|----------2-0-2-----2---2----2-2--|
D|---------0-2-3----3---3--|--------------0-----0--------0-0--|
A|--0--2-3-----------------|----------------------------------|
E|-------------------------|----------------------------------|

    Am   C     F              C     G     
      Dsus
e|-------------1--1---1----|--0---------------1---1-3--|
B|-------------1--1---1----|----3-1-0---------3---3-3--|
G|-------------2----2---2--|----------2-0-2-----2---2--|
D|---------0-2-3----3---3--|--------------------0---0--|
A|--0--2-3-----------------|---------------------------|
E|-------------------------|---------------------------|

THIRD VERSE:
*For the first 4 lines there's no guitar, but the bass copies the notes the guitar would 
playing*

  Am          C      F      Am
A black sheep boy dissolves
       C         F           Am
in hot cream, in sweet moans,
        C            F           Am
in each dead bed and empty home,
        C            F         Am
in each seething bacterium.

        C          F
Killing softly and serial,
             C              G            Dm
he lifts his head, handsome, horned, magisterial.
         C            G            Dm
He's the smell of the moonlight wisteria.
         C             G     Dm
He’s the thrill of the abecedarian.
         C         G               Dm
(See the muddy hoofprints where he carried yo

THIRD CHORUS:

            C                 G         Dm       F
And there’s plenty of ways to claim his crimes tonight,
            C                   G         Dm
and there’s plenty of things to do on his dime.
            C                 G        Dm      F
And there’s plenty of ways to wear his hide tonight.

           C   G              Dm
You’ve got yours and I’ve got mine.
           C   G              Dm
You’ve got yours and I’ve got mine.

OUTRO:

       Dm
So why
              Am
did you flee?
          G              D            A
Don’t you know you can’t leave his control
     G            D               A
only call all his wild works your own?
        G              D             A
So come back and we’ll take them all on.
        G            D           A
So come back to your life on the lam.
        G            D               A
So come back to your old black sheep man.

He says
      G          D           A
“I am waiting on hoof and on hand.
     G            D         A
I am waiting, all hated and damned.
     G          D           A
I am waiting, I snort and I stamp.
     G            D           A   D
I am waiting, you know that I am,
       G          D           A
calmly waiting to make you my lamb”