sylvania by diane cluck tabbed by: thePOMPANO (thepompano@gmail.com) (also credit to thenaturaltailor at for some of the more nitpicky points, but i only bothered to see if this was already out after i finished this) tuning is half a step down & E tuned up to E# intro D#|--------------------------|-------------------------| A#|------------------------0-|-----------------------0-| F#|--------------------------|-------------------------| C#|------4----4-4---4--------|------4----4-4---4-------| G#|---5-(5)-5-----5---5-5----|---5-(5)-5-----5---5-----| E#|-5------------------------|-5-------------------5---| verse*/chorus D#|----------------------------------------------| A#|----------------------------------------------| F#|----------------------------------------------| C#|-----4----2-----2---0------0----0------0----0-| G#|---5---5\-----3---3-----0-(0)-0-----0-(0)-0---| E#|-5----------3---------0-----------1-----------| outro D#|--------------------------|-------------------------| A#|------------------------0-|-----------------------0-| F#|--------------------------|-------------------------| C#|------4----4-4---4--------|------4----4-4---4-------| G#|---5-(5)-5-----5---5-5----|---5-(5)-5-----5---5-----| E#|-5------------------------|-5-------------------5---| D#|-----------0-----0-------| A#|-----------0-----0-------| F#|-------------------------| C#|------4------------------| G#|---5-(5)-5-----5-------5-| E#|-5-----------5-----(5)---| *(a minor variation in the verse during the first "amazing..." bit plays something like: C#|-----4----2-2---2-----0-----0-----| G#|---5---5\-----4---4-4-----0---...-| E#|-5-----------(3)--------0---------| lyrics: "i grew up in sylvania there aren't so many woods now how dare he lay his name upon that tract of land though natives got on (cool?) there they felt no need to rule there who really gives a shit about some William Penn ? own your own sylvania homestead if that be your belief you can claim you own it though you bought it from a thief who might have been the boss awhile he never was the chief oh i know... founding forefathers i call you deadbeat dads founding forefathers i call you deadbeat dads founding forefathers i call you deadbeat dads leave us alone leave everyone alone we can work it out on our own sylvania is beautiful when the fall rolls around there's gourds out in the fields & indian corn (you can't eat them, though) many half-songs sung up from the fields remind me how it was-- amazing amazing amazing amazing"