Artist: Frightened Rabbit
Song: Foot Shooter
Album: The Winter of Mixed Drinks
Tabbed by: Don Tago
Email: recebedou@yahoo.com


Standard Tuning


Chords used:
   EADGBe
Am:002210
C: 032010
F: 1332--
G: 320033

Intro: C


Verse 1 chords:
         Am (x02210@1)Well the booze in my blood runs faster than love
       F (133211@1)                                           CAnd (x32010@1)my brain shouts down to my mouth, say whatever I think, say it at him
             Am (x02210@1)And when the dam bursts open and you drowned out, boy
       F (133211@1)                                 CBetter (x32010@1)go outside and sit in your boat and wait 'til you get washed away


Interlude: Am - G


Chorus 1 chords:
               C (x32010@1)                   G (320003@1)Hold onto your   thought, time your rall-a-a-llies, uh-uh, uuuhuh
C (x32010@1)                                  Am (x02210@1)             G (320003@1) Pluck up your ears, we're doing it verbal, but I am loaded
                C (x32010@1)                GDuck (320003@1)under that   desk, cover your neck, uh-uh uh-uuuh
C (x32010@1)                      Am (x02210@1)                         G (320003@1) Picking your skin as I begin to shoot myself in the foot again


Interlude: C


Verse 2: [use verse 1 chords]
And as the voice succumbs and my mouth goes numb
I limp out to the sound of breaking of broken toes, a vandal spoke
And in the stark and the sobering dry sunlight
I will blink my eyes and hope the blink can erase
All the shit that I said and did


Interlude: Am - G


Chorus 2: [use chorus 1 chords]
Hold onto your thought, time your rall-a-a-llies, uh-uh, uuuhuh
Pluck up your ears, we're doing it verbal, but I am loaded
Duck under that desk, cover your neck, uh-uh uh-uuuh
Picking your skin as I begin to shoot myself in the foot again


Bridge chords:
Am (x02210@1)                                           GAnd (320003@1)if I shoot at you, you should shoot at me too
                                                    AmWe (x02210@1)can drown in the ghost of the thick dark words we...
                                              GAnd (320003@1)as my face turns white, I apologize, I am sorry, its not your fault, its mine


Chorus 3: [use chorus 1 chords]
Hold onto your thought, time your rall-a-a-llies, uh-uh, uuuhuh
Pluck up your ears, we're doing it verbal, but I am loaded
Duck under that desk, cover your neck, uh-uh uh-uuuh
Picking your skin as I begin to shoot myself in the foot again


Outro: C