From: [email protected] (Steve Vetter)
Kerosene Hat — Cracker
Tabbed by Steve Vetter [[email protected]]
C G
How can I fly with these old donkey wings
D
While the magfire [?] sings
C
Some shiny song
C G
Old cornface row of teeth she says sweetly to me
D
In the elevator
Em D C
Everything seems like a dream
Em
Life’s a scream
Here come old kerosene hat with his earflaps waxed
A’courting his girl
Come clattering in here on your old cloven skates
With the devilish spoon [?]
Everything seems like a dream
And life’s a scream
When you’re submarine
[anyone got the solo?]
So don’t you bother me death with your leathery ways
And your old chaise lounge
A wickerman’s [?] fence of leathery tires
And the cooks gone bad, started several fires
Everything seems like a dream
When your submarine
Head like a stream, she says softly to me
From the rattling chair
Bring me a steak and my old pair of crows
My medicine lamp
Everything seems like a dream
Life’s a scream
[some whispered stuff I can’t make out]
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From: [email protected] (Steve Vetter)
Subject: CRD: Kerosene Hat — Cracker
Date: Fri, 4 Oct 1996 19:49:00 -0400
Kerosene Hat — Cracker
Tabbed by Steve Vetter [[email protected]]
09.28.96 I have cleaned this file up a bit. Someone mailed me
The chords a couple of years ago and now I am updating the file.
Em C
How can I fly with these old doggy wings
G
While the magfire [?] sings
D
Some shiny song
Em C
Old cornface row of teeth she says sweetly to me
G D
In the elevator
Em D C
Everything seems like a dream
A
Life’s a scream
G—0—2—4———
D—————2—
Here come old kerosene hat with his earflaps waxed
A’courting his girl
Come clattering in here on your old cloven skates
With the devilish spoon [?]
Everything seems like a dream
And life’s a scream
When you’re submarine
[anyone got the solo?]
So don’t you bother me death with your leathery ways
And your old chaise lounge
A wickerman’s [?] fence of leathery tires
And the cooks gone bad, started several fires
Everything seems like a dream
When your submarine
Head like a stream, she says softly to me
From the rattling chair
Bring me a steak and my old pair of crows
My medicine lamp
Everything seems like a dream
Life’s a scream
[some whispered stuff I can’t make out]