Capo VII

intro & verse

E--10--7-----10----7--------10------8-7----------------8--7-------------------------------- | 
B--------8------8----8---------7----------------------------8---8-----7--8----------------- | 
G----------------7----7-7-------7-7-------7-----------(b9)-----7-7-----7--------------------- | 
D---------(b9)-----------(b9)--------7-------(b9)(b9)------10---------(b9)----7---------------------- | 
A-----10----------10-----10----------10-----10-----------10--------------10---------------- | 
E---------------------------10----------------10--8---------------10----------------------- | 

bridge ("..and all the grand expectations.."):

see chords below (i'm not sure about the picking, but i'll try to figure it out soon)

Chords (remember -> Capo 7th fret)


         C                    G           C
Well, I've been a disclaimer for twenty-four years
F           C            G         C
Poor mother drowned in a pillow of tears
    C                        G        C
I'm well known in story, famous in song
    F                 C           G            C
The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong
    F                 C           G            C
The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong
   C                       G           C
My crime is discomfort, a mind ill at ease
    F          C             G        C
Old crow on my shoulder, my favorite disease
    C                         G           C
My siblings, my rivals might tend to my wake
 F             C               G         C
Grieve me not brothers, I was mother's mistake
 F             C               G         C
Grieve me not brothers, I was mother's mistake
            G                         F         C
And all the grand expectations of an epic of wealth
            G                         F         C
Leave me long to crawl back to the womb
            G                             F           C
Well, I've tasted your grace, placed it back on the shelf
            G       F             C
Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb
          G          F            C
Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb
         C                    G           C
Well, I came from this city, a victim of peace
          F            C         G             C
But I've grown far too filthy to attend to the feast
     C                           G         C
So I take to the hills to live savage and free
   F           C        G        C
I dont need nobody, nobody needs me
   F           C        G        C
I dont need nobody, nobody needs me

Of course, corrections are welcome.
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