Kerosene Hat - Cracker
One of my first tabs so dont complain. or do, i dont really care either way.

Em                       C
How can I fly with these old doggy wings
          G                 D
While the magpies sing some shiny song
 
Em                                 C
Old cornface row of teeth she says sweetly to me
       G         D
In the elevator

Em         D            C
Everything seems like a dream
    A                    G       C
And life's a scream

Here come old Kerosene Hat
With his earflaps waxed, a-courtin' his girl

Come clattering here on your old cloven skates
With that devilish spoon

Everything seems like a dream
And life's a scream
When you're submarine

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So don'tcha bother me, Death, with your leathery ways
And your old chase lounge

A wickerman's fence of heather retires
And the cook's gone mad, started several fires

Everything seems like a dream
When you're submarine

Head like a stream, she says softly to me
From the rattling chair

Bring me a steak and my old pair of crows
My medicine lamp

Everything seems like a dream
So life's a scream