Black Cadillacs

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PLEASE NOTICE: i deserve little credit for this work! this is based on the great
tab posted  by user "onlymodestmouse" so go check that out for riffs and stuff too!

i changed only a little bit. dont think its very true to how its originally played,
but as a beginner I find this easy to play, and sounding alright! for Fmaj7 i just go: x123xx
 Tuning: Standard EADGBe
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INTRO:
          Bm                G                  A
And it's true we named our children after towns, that we'd never been to
          Bm                              G
And it's true that the clouds just hung around,
         A
Like black Cadillacs outside a funeral

CHORUS:
            Am                            Fmaj7                        C
And we were done, done, done with all the fuck, fuck, fucking around!

G                  Am                           Fmaj7
       You were so true to yourself, you were true to no one else

     C                                    G
Well I should put you in the ground.

               Am                                Fmaj7
I've got the time, i got the hours, i got the days, i got the weeks

           C                      G
I could say to myself I've got words but I can't speak but I was

Am                            Fmaj7                     C       G
Done, done, done with all the circ, circ, circling 'round.


BRIDGE:
Bb
  I didn't die and I ain't complaining

 F                  C        G
I ain't blaming you.

Am
  I didn't know that the words you said to me meant more

Fmaj7                           C       G
to me than they ever could you.

Bb                                 F                     C        G
  I didn't lie and I ain't saying I told the whole truth.

Am
  I didn't know that this game we were playing even

F                   C      G
had a set of rules.

VERSE:
Bm                G              A
   We named our children after towns, that we'd never been to
          Bm                             G
And it's true that the clouds just hung around,
       A
Like black Cadillacs outside a funeral
              Bm                             G                       A
And we were laughing at the stars while our feet clung tight to the ground.
      Bm                         G                      A
So pleased with ourselves for using so many verbs and nouns.
But we were all still just

CHORUS:
Am                          Fmaj7                          C      G
Dumb, dumb, dumber than the dirt, dirt, dirt on the ground!

Am
Well, wings on flames, kings with no names,

Fmaj7                     C                             G
well this place just ain't got right air right now.

            Am                         Fmaj7
You were so all over town but still so crayola brown, well you should

C                             G
run 'round yourself right now.  And we were,

Am                            Fmaj7                       C        G
done, done, done with all the fuck, fuck, fucking around.