Kerosene Hat
CrackerTom0
Fonte15
90 BPM
Kerosene Hat - Cracker
Tabbed by Steve Vetter [vetters@vax1.elon.edu]
C G
How can I fly with these old donkey wings
D
while the magfire [?] sings
C
some shiny song
C G
old cornface row of teeth she says sweetly to me
D
in the elevator
Em D C
Everything seems like a dream
Em
Life's a scream
Here come old kerosene hat with his earflaps waxed
a'courting his girl
come clattering in here on your old cloven skates
with the devilish spoon [?]
Everything seems like a dream
And life's a scream
when you're submarine
Solo
So don't you bother me death with your leathery ways
and your old chaise lounge
a wickerman's [?] fence of leathery tires
and the cooks gone bad, started several fires
Everything seems like a dream
when your submarine
Head like a stream, she says softly to me
from the rattling chair
bring me a steak and my old pair of crows
my medicine lamp
Everything seems like a dream
Life's a scream
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>From: vettersj@mindspring.com (Steve Vetter)
>Subject: CRD: Kerosene Hat - Cracker
>Date: Fri, 4 Oct 1996 19:49:00 -0400
Kerosene Hat - Cracker
Tabbed by Steve Vetter [vettersj@mindspring.com]
09.28.96 I have cleaned this file up a bit. Someone mailed me
the chords a couple of years ago and now I am updating the file.
Em C
How can I fly with these old doggy wings
G
while the magfire [?] sings
D
some shiny song
Em C
old cornface row of teeth she says sweetly to me
G D
in the elevator
Em D C
Everything seems like a dream
A
Life's a scream
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Here come old kerosene hat with his earflaps waxed
a'courting his girl
come clattering in here on your old cloven skates
with the devilish spoon [?]
Everything seems like a dream
And life's a scream
when you're submarine
Solo
So don't you bother me death with your leathery ways
and your old chaise lounge
a wickerman's [?] fence of leathery tires
and the cooks gone bad, started several fires
Everything seems like a dream
when your submarine
Head like a stream, she says softly to me
from the rattling chair
bring me a steak and my old pair of crows
my medicine lamp
Everything seems like a dream
Life's a scream