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 solo: |-----------------------------------------------------| |------------------10B12-R10P8---8-10-10B12R10P8H10~~-| |-7~~~--7/9-9~~--------------9----------------------| |-----------------------------------------------------| |-----------------------------------------------------| |-----------------------------------------------------| |--------------------------------------| |-10B12-10-8------8-------------------| |------------9-9~-----9-7-7-5-7-5-7B9--| |--------------------------------------| |--------------------------------------| |--------------------------------------| |-----------------------------------------| |-----------------------------------------| |-9R7P5-7-5H7P54---4H5P4-------5-4-------| |----------------5-7----------5-----5/7~~-| |------------------------5--5-------------| |-----------------------------------------| |-----------------------------------------------------------------| |---------8-10B12-10B12-R10P8-10P8~~----8-10~~--8-10-10B12R12P8~~-| |-9-7-9-9----------------------------/9---------------------------| |-----------------------------------------------------------------| |-----------------------------------------------------------------| |-----------------------------------------------------------------| 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