--------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mount Marcy - Frontier Ruckus --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tabbed by: 3lacksabbath81 Email: sskinner@wit.edu The Orion Songbook: Track 5 Matthew Milia: songs, voice, guitar, harmonica, pedal steel David W. Jones: banjo, voice, dobro Zachary Nichols: brass, singing-saw, melodica, keyboards Ryan Etzcorn: drums, percussion Tuning: Standard This riff is a little tricky Fingering... P M R e||----------------3--2--0--------------|| B||---3--3-3-3--3--0--0--0--3---3--3-3--|| G||---0--0-0-0--0--0--0--0--0---0--0-0--|| D||---0--0-0-0--0--0--0--0--0---0--0-0--|| A||---2--2-2-2--2---------------2--2-2--|| E||---3--3-3-3--3---------------3--3-3--|| Intro G(riff)x4, Am, G(riff)x4, Am Verse I G (320003@1) Mount Marcy is growing sparse, she is the farce that I would like to Am (x02210@1) G(riff)x2 Tell From the bottom of your well GFeel (320003@1)the bushes, brambles rambling. Ample sapling, suckling all the Am (x02210@1) G(riff)x2 Air and the north from Marcys hair AmWhen (x02210@1)my death-day comes G(riff)x2 When my death-day numbs me Am (x02210@1) I shall become one G(riff)x2 I shall become nothing C (x32010@1) G(riff)x4, AmAnd (x02210@1)something, something is the heaven-king for me Verse II G (320003@1)Your crucifixion-three-large-hills are shadow-making over stilts we Am (x02210@1) G(riff)x2 Built on the mountains silt G (320003@1) Marcy, youre my favorite love, seventeen and freckled like a Am (x02210@1) GSoul (320003@1)to forget you would be so, oh, oh, oh AmHard (x02210@1)on me. Hard on me. Hard on me G(Riff)x2 to cut you from my dream-range Am (x02210@1) G(riff)x2 But we shall become one, we shall become nothing C (x32010@1) D, GAnd (320003@1)something, that something is the heaven-king for me! -Banjo Solo- 1! 2! 1! 2! 3! 4! Am (x02210@1) C (x32010@1)D (xx0232@1) Ge|------------0--|-----------0--2--3--| (320003@1)B|------------1--|-----------1--3--3--| G|------------2--|-----------0--2--0--| D|------------2--|-----------2--0--0--| A|--------0---0--|--------0--3-----2--| E|--0-2-3--------|--0-2-3----------3--| Verse III GBirds (320003@1)are chirping, youre usurping things that I would never want to Am (x02210@1) G(riff)x2 Tell from the top of your landfill GWorkers (320003@1)smoking, all evoking western counties, full of filth and Am (x02210@1) GLove (320003@1)to which youre bound above Am (x02210@1) G(riff)x2 When my death-day comes for certain, Ill be sorry Am (x02210@1) G(riff)x2 For all that I have done indoors when outside sons were shining CThey (x32010@1)are blinding, binding, reminding me the heaven-king is one. Am (x02210@1) C (x32010@1)D (xx0232@1) Ge||------------0--||-----------0--2--3--|--3p0--------------3~-----| (320003@1)B||------------1--||-----------1--3--3--|-----3p0-----------3~-----| G||------------2--|x2----------0--2--0--|--------2p0--------0~-----| D||------------2--||-----------2--0--0--|------------0------0~-----| A||--------0---0--||--------0--3-----2--|--------------0----2~-----| E||--0-2-3--------||--0-2-3----------3--|----------------3--3~-----| Sources: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mtbRI4hYawU http://www.frontierruckus.com/songbook/ ************************************ | / slide up | \ slide down | h hammer-on | p pull-off | ~ Let Ring ************************************