Dublin Crow

Dublin Crow, by Butch Walker, from his album "The Spade"
Tabbed by Tim "Funkmon" Fletcher
funkmon@gmail.com

I have major issues with the grammar and word use in this song, but it's one of my 
favourite from the new record.

Standard tuning, no capo.

There's a little riff he does, marked with, you guessed it, riff. It's at the bottom.




A
Dublin Crow, Dublin crow Tell me everything you know
        D                                    A
show me all the life I've seen through your eyes

Take my soul, take my soul, higher than you've ever flown
        D                            A
Drop me right into the water from the sky



        E                                  D             A
When I submerge up from the ocean covered in that muddy kelp
         E                                  D           A
if I'm drowning please don't save me cuz I got to save myself
           C#               F#           D              A          E
Fly back home to tell the others that I always needed help until today yea
D           Riff         A
And I'll finally find my way



A
English crow, English crow Does the sunlight ever show?
               D                          A
There's been rain for 40 days inside my heart

Bitter cold, bitter cold I just want the world to know
         D                                  A
That I lost the finish line right from the start



         E                               D              A
Can you sing off my hangover? Can you break away this crust?
       E                               D                 A
For I am the weakest scarecrow in a field that's made of dust
         C#            F#           D                 A               E
For I promise if you help me to my feet to board the bus I'll leave today yea
D          Riff           A
And I'll finally find my way



*claps*

Scottish crow, Scottish crow
Does this tattoo really show
That my bloodline has been your line all along?
And just when you think you know yourself
That's when you will outgrow.
And you'll settle in that tree where you belong.



         E                            D           A
Did I ever really know, God? Was it just a lie or truth?
E                                         D              A
Was I raised to think that I would never ever lose my youth?
        C#                     F#               D                  A                    E
Well I thought that guns were made for killing pretty things like you...I've got to say yeah.
D      Riff                 A
That I've finally found my way.




Riff

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