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                             The Mountain Goats- This Year
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Tuning: Standard

Chords by Section

Intro and Between Verses/Chorus
  A   C#m Bsus4 A         
|-0---4---5-----0---------|
|-2---5---5-----2---------|
|-2---6---7-----2---------|
|-2-- 6---7-----2---------|
|-0---4---5-----0---------|
|---------5---------------|

  A   E   D     A         
|-0---0---2-----0---------|
|-2---0---3-----2---------|
|-2---1---2-----2---------|
|-2-- 2---------2---------|
|-0---2---------0---------|
|-----0-------------------|

Verse
  A   E   D     A         
|-0---0---2-----0---------|
|-2---0---3-----2---------|
|-2---1---2-----2---------|
|-2-- 2---------2---------|
|-0---2---------0---------|
|-----0-------------------|

Bridge
  F#m  A   D   E
|-2----0---2---0--|
|-2----2---3---0--|
|-2----2---2---1--|
|-4----2-------2--|
|-4----0-------2--|
|-2------------0--|

INTRO
A    C#m   Bsus4  A
A    E     D      E
A    C#m   Bsus4  A
A    E     D      E

VERSE                                                                                
A                          E                   D             A
I broke free on a Saturday morning, I put the pedal to the floor
         A                E          D                    A
Headed north on Mills Avenue and listened to the engine roar

A    C#m   Bsus4  A
A    E     D      E

My broken house behind me and good things ahead

a girl named Cathy wants a little of my time

Six cylinders underneath the hood crashing and kicking Aha listen to the engine whine

CHORUS
               A                     E          D         A
I am going to make it through this year if it kills me
               A                     E          D         A
I am going to make it though this year if it kills me

A    C#m   Bsus4  A
A    E     D      E

VERSE

I played video games in a drunken haze
I was seventeen years young
Hurt my knuckles punching the machines
the taste of scotch rich on my tongue

A    C#m   Bsus4  A
A    E     D      E

And then Cathy showed up and we hung out
trading swigs from a bottle all bitter and clean
locking eyes holding hands
twin high maintenance machines

CHORUS

BRIDGE
F#m                              A
I drove home in the California dusk,
F#m                                   A
I could feel the alcohol inside of me hum
F#m                                   A
Pictured the look on my stepfather's face
D                           E
ready for the bad things to come.

VERSE
I down shifted as I pulled into the driveway
the motor screaming out stuck in second gear
The scene ends badly as you might imagine
in a cavalcade of anger and fear
There will be feasting and dancing in Jerusalem next year

CHORUS

A    C#m   Bsus4  A
A    E     D      E