"From TG&Y" The Mountain Goats Transcribed by Jon A. D: xx0232 Dmaj7/9: xx0220 D6/9: xx0200 G: 320033 Em: x79987 D(type II): x57775 Em7: 022030 C: x32010 A: x02220 A7sus4: x02030 Bm: x24432 E7: 020100 A7: x02020 F#m: 244222 Intro: D Dmaj7/9 D6/9 G Em D(type II) Em7* A (*On the recorded version, John plays Em7, but live he plays C.) D Dmaj7/9 D6/9 G Out behind the safeway just before the flood Em D(type II) Huffed some cans of spray paint A7sus4* A And began to vomit blood. (*On the recorded version, John plays A7sus4 here, but live he usually plays C for all three verses.) G D One more night in this town's Bm G Gonna break me I just know G D A D Hang on to your dreams 'til someone makes you let them go. Stumbled on down indian hill, Tail between my legs Sick taste in my mouth C A Folger's Crystals and hard boiled eggs If I can't run away tonight I don't know what I'll do Hang on to your dreams 'til someone beats them out of you E7 A7 D G Do what you have to do E7 A7 D Go where you have to go F#m G A When the time comes to loosen up your grip, you'll know Called my friend in New York Three thousand miles away C A Halfway through her metamorphosis, nothing I could say Poured my small resentments like rare and priceless gems Hang on to your dreams until there's nothing left of them D Dmaj7/9 D6/9 G Em D(type II) G A G D Bm G G D A D
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Dmaj7 - xx0222 D6 - xx0202 D Dmaj7 D6 G out behind the safeway just before the flood Em D huffed some cans of spray paint C A and begin to vomit blood. G D one more night in this town F#m G is gonna break me I just know. G D A D hang on to your dreams 'til someone makes you let them go. stumbled on down indian hill, tail between my legs. sick taste in my mouth folger's crystals and hard boiled eggs if I can't run away tonight I don't know what I'll do hang on to your dreams 'til someone beats them out of you. E7 A7 D G do what you have to do. E7 A7 D go where you have to go. F#m G A when the time comes to loosen up your grip, you'll know. called my friend in new york three thousand miles away half way through her metamorphosis, nothing I could say. poured my small resentments like rare and priceless gems hang on to your dreams until there's nothing left of them.