Something Biblical

Andrew Bird

Cover & chords by Adrian Vazquez. domtp@hotmail.com

INTRO
F      C    ( X 4)

                F                         C
Take your apples from the earth
                F                             C
And your fingerlings from the air
       D7.                            G.                   E                       
If you cried when you were born
                                 F
'Cause it ain't fair
                                                G
You got nothing, nothing to wear


Dm.                                                     C
       And there's a drink that we're all needing
E                                                   F 
      A need to weep but we have tried
Dm.                                                        C
      And though the clouds we keep on seeding
E.                                         F.                                    F       C
      Still the county remains dry, the county remains dry
                                  F               G
The county remains dry

Dm.                                             C
     I see your coat, that it needs sewing
E.                                                               F
     And these seeds will sow the corn silk bride
Dm.                                                C
      But in your absence nothing's growing
E.                                                F.                                  F.       C
    And still the county remains dry, the county remains dry
                                   F.              G
The county remains dry

         F                       C
Well still we keep on dreaming
            F                C
Of that fifty-year flood
       F.             C
Of oceans of plasma
        F.          C
And rivers of blood

                 F.                       C
Take your apples from the earth
                F.                           C
And your fingerlings from the air
D7.                                      G.                    E
If you cried when you were born
                          F
'Cause it ain't fair
                                                 G
You got nothing, nothing to wear

OUTRO

Dm.   C.    E.    F.   C