• Song:

    So Come Back I Am Waiting

  • Artist:

    Okkervil River

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Tabbed by: Dave



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   D4
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        D4  Dm
A black sheep boy revolves over canyons and waterfalls.
  Am          C     F      C     G          
Dm           D4
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:

      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     
      D4
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     
      D4
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?
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