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All Her Favorite Fruit Tab

by Camper Van Beethoven



Camper Van Beethoven:
"All Her Favorite Fruit" - Key Lime Pie

(I worked this out also over the break)
                                                        last time slide
e-2-------2-------2-------2-3-5-3-0-2-----------------|-/10-----------------|
B-3-------3-------3-------3---------3-----------------|---------------------|
G-2-------2-------2-------2---------2----repeat this--|---------------------|
D-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0---0-----------------|---------------------|
A-----------------------------------------------------|---------------------|
E-----------------------------------------------------|---------------------|


I drive alone, home from work
                         
And I always think of her
                                               
Late at night I call her, but I never say a word
                                                                
But I can see her squeeze the phone between her chin and shoulder
                                                                    
And I can almost smell her breath, faint, with a sweet scent of decay

She serves him mashed potatoes
                                 
She serves him peppered steak, and corn
                                                        
Pulls the dress up over her head, lets it fall to the floor
                                                          
And does she ever whisper in his ear, all her favorite fruit
                                    
And all the most exotic places they are cultivated
                                                        
And I'd like to take her there, rather than this train I'm on
                                                               
And if I weren't a civil servant, I'd have a place in the colonies
                                                                   
We'd play croquet behind white-washed walls and drink our tea at four
                                  
Within intervention's distance of the embassy
                            
The midday air grows thicker with the heat
                             
And drifts towards the line of trees
                                                 
When negroes blink their eyes, they sink into siesta
                                                       
And we are rotting like a fruit underneath a rusting roof
                                            
We dream our dreams and sing our songs of love - fecundity
                                           
Of life and love, of life and love, of life and love

(end with opening riff, then finish on D)

You may wish to play the G barred on the 3rd fret, and sometimes pick the
top three strings descending.

-john

--
Triangle Man, Triangle Man
Triangle Man hates Person Man
They have a fight, Triangle wins
Triangle Man.
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