Capo VII

intro & verse

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

bridge ("..and all the grand expectations.."):

see chords below (i'm not sure about the picking, but i'll try to figure it out soon)

Chords (remember -> Capo 7th fret)


           C                      G          C
Well, I've been a disclaimer for twenty-four years

F           C            G         C
Poor mother drowned in a pillow of tears

    C                     G        C
I'm well known in story, famous in song

    F                 C           G            C
The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong

    F                 C           G            C
The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong

   C                       G           C
My crime is discomfort, a mind ill at ease

    F          C             G        C
Old crow on my shoulder, my favorite disease

    C                         G           C
My siblings, my rivals might tend to my wake

 F             C               G         C
Grieve me not brothers, I was mother's mistake

 F             C               G         C
Grieve me not brothers, I was mother's mistake


            G                         F         C
And all the grand expectations of an epic of wealth

            G                         F         C
Leave me long to crawl back to the womb

            G                             F           C
Well, I've tasted your grace, placed it back on the shelf

            G       F             C
Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb

          G          F            C
Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb


         C                    G           C
Well, I came from this city, a victim of peace

          F            C         G             C
But I've grown far too filthy to attend to the feast

     C                           G         C
So I take to the hills to live savage and free

   F           C        G        C
I dont need nobody, nobody needs me

   F           C        G        C
I dont need nobody, nobody needs me

Of course, corrections are welcome.