Kerosene Hat - Cracker
One of my first tabs so dont complain. or do, i dont really care either way.

Em (022000@1)                     CHow (x32010@1)can I fly with these old doggy wings
          G (320003@1)               DWhile (xx0232@1)the magpies sing some shiny song
 
Em (022000@1)                               COld (x32010@1)cornface row of teeth she says sweetly to me
       G (320003@1)       DIn (xx0232@1)the elevator

Em (022000@1)       D (xx0232@1)          CEverything (x32010@1)seems like a dream
    A (x02220@1)                  G (320003@1)     CAnd (x32010@1)life's a scream

Here come old Kerosene Hat
With his earflaps waxed, a-courtin' his girl

Come clattering here on your old cloven skates
With that devilish spoon

Everything seems like a dream
And life's a scream
When you're submarine

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So don'tcha bother me, Death, with your leathery ways
And your old chase lounge

A wickerman's fence of heather retires
And the cook's gone mad, started several fires

Everything seems like a dream
When you're submarine

Head like a stream, she says softly to me
From the rattling chair

Bring me a steak and my old pair of crows
My medicine lamp

Everything seems like a dream
So life's a scream
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