• Song:

    Casanova Lament

  • Artist:

    Frank Turner

  • Album:

    Campfire Punkrock

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                             CASANOVA LAMENT - Frank Turner
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Tabbed by: Richard
Email: black_eyed696@hotmail.co.uk

Tuning: Capo 5th

This isn't exact, I've tabbed it out as best I can but it might be best to think of it 
a guideline. Feel free to correct as necessary. The tab is relative to the capo.

INTRO
   C
e|-0---------0---------0---------0---------|
B|-------1---------1---------1---------1---|
G|---0-----0---0-----0---0-----0---0-----0-|
D|-----2---------2---------2---------2-----|
A|-3---------3---------3---------3---------|
E|-----------------------------------------|

VERSE
   C         Fmaj7     Am7       B/C
e|-0---------0---------0---------0---------|
B|-------1---------1---------1---------1---|
G|---0-----0---0-----0---0-----0---0-----0-|
D|-----2-----3---3-----2---2---------------|
A|-3-----------------------------2---2-----|
E|-----------------------------------------|

   Am
e|-0---------3---------1---------1---------|
B|-------1---------1---------1---------1---|
G|---2-----2---2-----2---2-----2---2-----2-|
D|-----2---------2---------2---------2-----|
A|-0---------0---------0---------0---------|
E|-----------------------------------------|

   Em                  G
e|-0---------0---------0---------3---------|
B|-------0---------0---------3---------0---|
G|---0-----0---0-----0---0-----0---0-----0-|
D|-----------------------------------------|
A|-----------------------------------------|
E|-0---0-----0---0-----3---3-----3---3-----|

   C
e|-0---------0---------0---------0---------|
B|-------1---------1---------1---------1---|
G|---0-----0---0-----0---0-----0---0-----0-|
D|-----2---------2---------2---------2-----|
A|-3---------3---------3---------3---------|
E|-----------------------------------------|

CHORUS
   F         Em        G
e|-1-----1---0-----0---3---------3---------|
B|-----1---------0-----------0---------0---|
G|---2---------0---------0-----0---0-----0-|
D|-----------------------------------------|
A|-----------------------------------------|
E|-1---------0---------3---3-----3---3-----|

   C         B/C       Am
e|-0---------0---------0---------0---------|
B|-------1---------1---------1---------1---|
G|---0-----0---0-----0---2-----2---2-----2-|
D|-----2---------2---------2---------2-----|
A|-3---------2---------0---------0---------|
E|-----------------------------------------|

   F         G
e|-1---------3---------|
B|-------1---------0---|
G|---2-----2---0-----0-|
D|---------------------|
A|---------------------|
E|-1---1-----3---3-----|

   C
e|-0---------0---------0---------0---------|
B|-------1---------1---------1---------1---|
G|---0-----0---0-----0---0-----0---0-----0-|
D|-----2---------2---------2---------2-----|
A|-3---------3---------3---------3---------|
E|-----------------------------------------|

| /  slide up
| \  slide down
| h  hammer-on
| p  pull-off
| ~  vibrato
| +  harmonic
| x  Mute note
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  C                   Fmaj7           Am7              B/C
I check that I've got all my things before I leave the house
        Am
Because when I'm gone I'm never coming back
        Em                              G                             C
I'm not being melodramatic, it's just I neither have your number or a key

An evening spent pretending that we're just becoming friends

Or this goes any further than going back

I'm not being pessimistic, it's just you and I were never meant to be

         F
It isn't love
         Em
It isn't love
         G
It isn't love
    C            B/C             Am
But every time I kind of wish it was
F            G               C
Every time I kind of wish it was

I've picked up this silly habit in the last few years of going out
In the evening with my friends into the town,
Of packing a spare T-shirt in my bag in case I do not make it home.
It's pathetic and I know it, but the truth is there've been mornings
I've proved prudent taking toothpaste to the pub.
But that's precious little comfort against the knowledge of the person I've become.

It isn't love, but every time I kind of wish it was,
And I can see that in your eyes you wish it was,
But every time I leave you just because
It isn't love.
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