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Sausalito Tab

by Conor Oberst And The Mystic Valley Band


Capo 5th, Standard Tuning
I think C can be played as Cmaj9 in the verses.

       


Hair blowing in the hot wind,

Time hanging from a clothespin

There's no sorrow that the sun's not gonna
    
heal                                                                        
                            
I smell the leather of your new car

Drive through the desert after nightfall
                                                      
Sleep on the shoulder, keep the stars all to ourselves


  
The kind of love that makes my back hurt 

Wearing nothing but a t-shirt 
                                            
She's turning over on a mattress made of air 
                        
I close my eyes I see a staircase 

Leading upwards into blank space 
                                      
All of creation makes a sound too soft to hear 

             
So I remain between her legs 
                          
Sheltered from all my fears 
                     
While bikers glide by highway shrines 
                  
Where pilgrims disappear 


I know that trouble's been your good friend 

Kept you company on the weekends 
                                             
Kept you company even once your mind was made 
                        
Said it's over and it's finished 

Now a headache is all you're left with 
                                            
We're no different I got debts I'd like to pay 
 


We should move to Sausalito 

Living's easy on a house boat 
                                              
Let the ocean rock us back and forth to sleep 
                        
In the morning with the sunrise 

Look in the water see the blue sky 
                                          
As if heaven has been laid there at our feet 


             
So we remain between these waves
                          
Sheltered for all our years
                     
While bikers glide by highway shrines
                  
Where pilgrims disappear
                
Where time takes icebergs
                 
Where fields burn westward
                   
Where pilgrims disappear