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Country Disappeared Tab

by Wilco


Country Disappeared by Wilco 
from Wilco (The Album)

Standard tuning - no capo

For the chords marked with an asterisk (*) he uses his pinky to hammer on and pull 
off on the 3rd fret of the E-string, (so the D+Dm chords shortly transform into Dsus4)


              
  Wake up we're here
                         /
It's so much worse than we feared
                    
  There's nothing left here
                   /*
The country has disappeared

                             
If the winter trees bleeding, leave red blood
                         
The summer sweet dreaming, april blush
                                             
But none of that is ever gonna mean as much to me again.

             
  Hold out your hand,
                             /*
there's so much you don't understand
                       
So stick as close as you can,
                   /*
all of the best laid plans

                                      
You've got the white clouds hanging so high above you
                                  
You've got the helicopters dangling angling to shoot,
                                             
the shots to feed the hungry weekend news crew anchorman.

                         
  So every evening we can watch from above,
                 
crushed cities like a bug
                    
  Fold ourselves into each others guts,
                        *
and turn our faces up to the sun.


                           /
e|-----------------------------------|
B|---------------------8-----8-------|
G|----------7-9----------9-----------|
D|-----7-10-----7----------9---9-7---|
A|--10-------------------------------|
E|-----------------------------------|


            
  I won't take no
              /*
I won't let you go
          
  All by yourself
                /*
Oh no you need my help

                                     
When the cold night shakes you like a chandelier
                               
The snowflakes break through the atmosphere,
                                                    
and melt on the blue breath of the auctioneers and disappear.

                         
  So every evening we can watch from above,
                 
crushed cities like a bug
                    
  Fold ourselves into each others bloods,
                        *
and turn our faces up to the sun.