Whiskey Grove by Cory Branan, www.corybranan.com
From the Album "The Hell You Say"
Tabbed by Justin Silliker (axeface@gmail.com)


Riff 1: Do this little walkdown between the G and A throughout the song.
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Riff 2:
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F C G A

F C G

F                 C
my name is Miguel Simone
G                    A
a man who walked it alone
F                                   C
at least that's what it says on the stone under
    G
the sycamore
              F                      C
my mother was dead by the time i was born
                  G                     A
in the black of my eyes the gypsy nurse warned
F                            C
she could already see my path torn between the sun
        G
and the moon
             F                  C
so i walked it and i walked it straight
        G                        A
until i passed through so many a gate
        F                       C
that not even the blame and the hate of my father
      G
could follow

           F                    C
so roll me into my last shallow bed
    G                      A
use carpenter tacks in the lid
F                        C                 G
waste not the silk on my head my lover has wove
           F               C
see that no roses touch my grave
               G             A
no prayers to a god i never forgave
F                G
no final wishes, save that you
C                G                      C
bury my body and me down by Whiskey Grove

Riff 2

       F                  C
i once knew the love of a wife
              G                      A
sometimes the nectar, sometimes the knife
       F                      C
but it always seemed that my life was lived
         G
alongside of things
              F              C
three children born one hot July
                  G                A
she clutched the one that did not die
F                                  C
the heat and the light just passed by as i carried
           G
the other two -
                   F
i still carry the other two


           F                    C
so roll me into my last shallow bed
    G                      A
use carpenter tacks in the lid
F                        C                 G
waste not the silk on my head my lover has wove
           F               C
see that no roses touch my grave
               G             A
no prayers to a god i never forgave
F                G
no final wishes, save that you
C                G                      C
bury my body and me down by Whiskey Grove

Riff 2


               F                            C
i've seen the place where the daylight was killed
         G                         A
and the blood of a blue moon lay spilled
                F              C
where hearts go quiet, memory stilled, rest is
 G
bestowed
                      F                     C
it's a place where the cup passeth over for good
          G                         A
and even Jesus would've hid if he could
        F                    C                    G
in that forsaken stretch of wood they call Whiskey Grove


          F                    C
so roll me into my last shallow bed
    G                      A
use carpenter tacks in the lid
F                        C                 G
waste not the silk on my head my lover has wove
           F               C
see that no roses touch my grave
               G             A
no prayers to a god i never forgave
F                G
no final wishes, save that you
C                G                      C
bury my body and me down by Whiskey Grove

Riff 2


   F              C
my name is Miguel Simone
  G                 A
a man who walked it alone
   F                               C
at least that's what it says on my stone under the
   G
sycamore