------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ONE FOR THE CUTTERS - The Hold Steady ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tabbed by: Emmett C Email:emmettcruddas@hotmail.co.uk Tuning: standard this is the guitar syncopated bit in background while the keyboard plays in the verse e|--x---7-----x---10-10--------x--7---x--8-------------| B|--x---8-----x---12-12--------x--7---x--8-------------| G|--x---9-----x---12-12--------x--7---x--9-------------| D|--x---9-----x---12-12--------x--9---x--10------------| A|--x---7-----x---10-10--------x--9---x--10------------| E|--x---7-----x---10-10--------x--7---x--8-------------| those chords are repeated for the whole verse apart from the last line which is: e|--2--- B|--3--- G|--2--- D|--4--- A|--2--- E|--2--- the chorus riff is: E|--0-0--------------2-2---3-3----3-3--2-2-2--0--------| B|--0-0--------------3-3---5-5----0-0--0-0-0--0--------| G|--0-0--------------4-4---5-5----0-0--2-2-2--0--------| D|--2-2--------------4-4---5-5----0-0--1-1-1--2--------| A|--2-2----------0-2-2-2-3-3-3----x-x--2-2-2--2--------| E|--0-0-0-2-3-------------------3-3-3---------0--------| the chords for the bridge bit are: C G Now, the cops wanna question everyone present. C Em Am They parade every townie in town through the station, C G but no one says nothing, and they can’t find the weapon. C Em Am The girl takes the stand, and she swears she was with him— D her father’s lawyers do most of the talking. then back to the verse chords that's it e-mail me with any suggestions :) lyrics: When there weren't any parties, she'd park by the quarry, walk into the woods, until she came to a clearing, where townies would gather, and drink until blackout, smoke cigs until sick, pack bowls and then pass out, windows wide open to let the hard rock in, this was the rage it didn't need much convincing, the girls gave her glares, but the boys were quite pleasant, to be totally honest, they didn't seem much different. when there weren't any parties, some time she'd party with townies. out on the parkways, after the parties, it was always arousing when they'd rev up their engines, it's hard to describe, so she kept it a secret, the girls that she lived with, they knew nothing about it, that night of the fight, and the butterfly knife, was the first night she spent, with that one guy that she liked, she gave him a ride to some kid's house in cleveland, he stayed there for two weeks, the cops finally found him. he didn't seem that different, except for that blood on his jacket. he didn't seem that different, except for maybe his haircut. he didn't seem much different. they didn't seem that different, up until this one little incident. they didn't seem much different. now the cops want to question everyone present, they parade every townie in town to the station, but no one says nothing, and they can't find the weapon, the girl takes the stand and swears she was with him, her father's lawyer does most of the talking. she's sick of the questions, sick of the concept, of justice and fairness, who the hell who cares who gets caught in the middle, she smokes and she ponders this riddle, when one townie falls in the forest, can anyone hear it? when one townie falls... when one townie falls in the forest does anyone notice? one drop of blood on immaculate kids mom don't know where her girl is, sophomore accomplice in a turtleneck sweater, dad do you know where your kids are, sniffing at crystal in cute little cars, getting nailed against dumpsters behind townie bars, it's a cute little town with streets and cafes, the fronts all seem nice, she was getting good grades, but when she came home for Christmas, she just seemed distant and different.