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Subject: b/beck/lord_only_knows.crd
Date: Sat, 31 May 1997 16:26:40 -0500 (EST)
From: "W. A. Mozart" 

Beck/Odelay
LORD ONLY KNOWS
words and music by Beck Hansen  (tabbed by eric schaaf)

intro: after drums B for 4 measures

B                Ab                  E               B
You only got one finger left and its pointing at the door
B                     Ab               E                  B
And you're taking for granted what the Lord's made on the floor
B                     Ab             E                   B
So I'm picking up the pieces and I'm putting them up for sale
B                              Ab              E            B
Throw your meal ticket out the window put your skeletons in jail

F#                                B
Cuz' Lord only knows its getting late
F#                                   B
Your senses are gone so don't you hesitate
E                  Ab            B              Ab
To give yourself a call let your bottom dollars fall
G                    F#             B
Throwing you two bit cares down the drain

drum interlude, solo guitar, 2 bars of B

B                Ab         E                 B
Invite me to the seven seas like some seasick man
B               Ab                  E                  B
You will do whatever you please and I'll do whatever I can
B        Ab                 E                B
Titanic, fare thee well, my eyes are turning pink
B                   Ab           E             B
Don't call when the new age gets old enough to drink

F#                                B
Cuz' Lord only knows its getting late
F#                               B
Your senses are gone so don't hesitate
E              Ab           B             Ab
Move on up the hill there's nothing dead left to kill
G                     F#              B
Throwing your two bit cares down the drain


B/D-A/F#/E repeat these 4 bars

B      D A      F#      E       B      D A
Odelay, odelay, odelay, odelay, odelay, odelay
     F#            E    B/D-A/F#/E
Just passing through
B      D A      F#      E
Odelay, odelay, odelay, odelay

on the A and D strings noodle around between the A, B, D, and E notes

Going back to Houston
Do the hotdog dance
Going back to Houston
To get me some pants