Band Website: www.freelancewhales.com Freelance Whales – Dark Horse Capo 7 Chords (relative to capo, ya kook): Am C G F F F e| 0 0 0 0 0 0 B| 1 1 0 0 0 0 D| 2 0 0 0 or 0 or 0 G| 2 2 0 0 2 2 A| 0 3 2 0 0 3 E| X X 3 1 1 1 He changes how he plays the F. While picking he plays all the strings open except the bass note. While strumming (chorus) he adds the others too (I think) but it’s definitely not a full F, and these sound nice. Sounds like an Iron & Wine F to me. For finger picking technique, it’s easy, hit the bass note, Then find your way to the high note (E string on Am and B string nn the other three chords. Think Jezebel...(kind of) Intro: Am C G F* Am C G G F* (fill) e|---------------------------| B|-0h1p1---------------------| D|--------2p0h2s4p0----------| G|------------------4s5------| A|---------------------------| E|-1~~~----------------------| or (easier) e|---------------------------| B|-0h1p1---------------------| D|--------2p0h2s4p0---0------| G|------------------4--------| A|---------------------------| E|-1~~~----------------------| H = Hammer on P = Pull off S = Slide |VERSE 1| Am C October's got those orange eyes G F But somehow I still lost sight Am C G When you lifted the lid off of my pumpkin head F And kissed me goodnight Am C Should it be a thorn in my side G F We never quite broke that horse Am C She slept in the cul-de-sac right G F Seven miles from my front porch Am C G F* Am C G G |VERSE 2| Am C Bundle up and come with me now G F Down the road where to the burnt down barn Am C We could make a blanket of coats G F And breathe our souls into the neighbour’s front lawn Am C But oh god that look in your eye G F Trouble that does not search words Am C It sprung from the biblical vine G F And are waiting to return to the dirt Am C G F* Am C G G |CHORUS| Am C The stitches in your winter clothes G Your cello bows F We stole your hair to make them Am C We're sorry for the iron shoes G We nailed to you F And stuck you in the rain Am C And then you sprinted away G F Sprinted away to where I don't know Am C God's moving in your bloodstream G F Where the cross beats aren't so slow Am C G F* Am C G F* Am C G F* Am C G G |VERSE 3| Am C You swept all the red from my cheeks G F I didn't hear you come back inside Am C And light up the gas in the den G F And stand there in the thin winter light Am C But oh god that curve in your spine G F A question mark , A doctor sign Am C was framed by the windowsill G F And you saw something I did not end that night Am C You saw something I did not end that night G F |CHORUS| Am C The stitches in your winter clothes G Your cello bows F We stole your hair to make them Am C We're sorry for the iron shoes G We nailed to you F And stuck you in the rain Am C And then you sprinted away G F Sprinted away to where I don't know Am C God's moving in your bloodstream G F Where the cross beats aren't so slow Am C God's moving in your bloodstream G F Where the cross beats aren't so slow Am C God's moving in your bloodstream G F Where the cross beats aren't so slow Am C God's moving in your bloodstream G F Where the cross beats aren't so slow Am C God's moving in your bloodstream G F Where the cross beats aren't so slow && I don’t do banjo. Great song, enjoy. -Michael
