From: [email protected] (Arabella Clauson)
Subject: CRD: «Jacob» by JACKOPIERCE
«JACOB» by JACKOPIERCE
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transcribed by Rob Bowen ([email protected])
lyrics typed by [email protected]
cleaned up by Arabella Clauson ([email protected])
CAPO 2
THE CHORDS: E—0— —0— —0— —0— —3—
B—3— —3— —0— —2— —0—
G—0— —2— —0— —2— —0—
D—0— —0— —2— —2— —0—
A—2— —x— —2— —0— —2—
E—3— —x— —0— —x— —3—
«G» Dsus2 Em A G (for chorus)
NOTES:
||The picking pattern is too complex for me to write out, but is is
||important that you hammer on the third fret of first string and then off
||as you strike the bass G note
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||the A before the chorus has a suspended lick in it
||listen for the 2nd string—it goes from fret 2 to 3 to 2 to 0
||(listen and you’ll understand)
VERSE:
G Dsus2 G DSUS2
Jacob’s a fine boy but his parents don’t get along
G Dsus2
They hardly talk, when they do
Em A
He thinks he’s done something wrong
G Dsus2 G DSUS2
He heard all the screaming as he lay down to bed
G Dsus2 Em A
He should have been sleeping but he listened instead
Em A
(chorus) They said he’s fine, it’s not his fault
D G
Between the lines, he somehow got caught
Em A
And in our game, it’s more like war
Em A
I just don’t think I love you anymore
G Dsus2 G DSUS2
He picked up the phone, his tears touched the receiver
G Dsus2 Em A
His grandmother answered down in Tempe
G Dsus2 G DSUS2
He told her the story — that his daddy was leaving
G Dsus2 Em A
She tried to convince him it was nothing he’d done
Em A
(chorus) She said you’re fine, it’s not your fault
D G
Between the lines, you somehow got caught
Em A
And in their game, it sounds more like war
Em A
I just don’t think she loves him anymore
Jacob’s a father and his kids are in teens
He’s done what he could to make meager ends meet
When it comes down to family, it’s the primary goal
To keep the thing working no matter the toll
His sons heard them screaming about something he said
He opened the door and invited them in
(chorus) He said now sons, it’s not your fault
Between the lines you somehow got caught
So when you’re hurt, you lean on a crutch
But I still love your mother very much
OUTRO: the same as chorus
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Arabella Clauson
[email protected]
http://ccwf.cc.utexas.edu/~arabella/index.html
