Band: The Tragically Hip
Song: 38 Years Old
Album: Up To Here
The rythm section goes something like this …
V = downstroke, ^ = upstroke, h = hammer-on, p = pull-off
Am C D/B G
V ^ V V ^ ^ V V ^ V V ^ V V
—-0——0—0—0——1—1—1p0——————————-
—-1——1—1—1——1—1—1——-3—3—3—3—3—3—-3—
—-2——2—2—2——2—2—2——-0—0—0—0—0—0—-0— Repeat This!
—-2——2—2—2——2—2—2——-2—2—2—0—0—0—-0— Through Verse
—-0——0—0—0——0—0—0——-3—3—3—2—2—2—-2—
————————————————————3—
The Chorus Chord Progession is something like this….
[C/G] Same patern on the [D] table, same [Asus2]h[Am] clock on the wall …etc
.. this continues until the end of the chorus
Chord Fingerings
6 5 4 3 2 1
————
[C/G] 3 3 2 0 1 0
[D] X X 0 2 3 2
by [Asus2]h[Am] I mean the following
Asus2
V V ^ V ^
—0—-0-0-0-0——
—0h1—1-1-1-1——
—2—-2-2-2-2——
—2—-2-2-2-2——
—0—-0-0-0-0——
——————-
The Bridge Chord Progression (right before 1st solo) is something like
the following….
[Am] See my sister got raped, [D] So a man got killed
[C/G]Local boy went to prison, [D] Man’s Buried on a hill … etc
… repeat once more and then play rythmn section under solo
Twelve men broke loose in ’73
From millhaven maximum security
Twelve pictures lined up across the front page
seems the mounties had a summertime war to wage
the chief told the people they had nothing to fear
the last thing they’d wanna do is hang around here
they mostly came from towns with long french names
but one of the dozen was a hometown shame
chorus: same pattern on the table, same clock on the wall
been one seat empty 18 years in all
freezing slow time away from the world
he’s 38 years old, never kissed a girl
he’s 38 years old, never kissed a girl
we were sittin’ at the table, heard the telephone ring
father (pa?) said he’d tell me if he saw anything
heard the tap on the window in the middle of the night
held back the curtains for my older brother mike
see my sister got raped, so a man got killed
little boy went to prison, man’s buried on the hill
folks went back to normal when they closed the case
they still stare at their shoes when they pass our place
———-solo——————
my mother cried ‘the horror has finally ceased’
he whispered ‘yeah, for the time being, at least’
an’ (then?) over his shoulder, on the squad car megaphone
said ‘let’s go mikey, son, we’re takin’ you home’
chorus: same pattern on the table…..
p.s. don’t forget that ‘tracy chapman lilt’ on the third lines of the
verses (except ‘see my sister…’) at twelve, mostly, heard, over.
have fun!!!
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