Feist - Mushaboom

      
 
 ______________
 / Feist /
 / Mushaboom /
 / Let It Die /
 /_____________/
 
 _E_A_D_G_B_e_
 Intro: | | | | | | | |
 | Cm | Cm Bb7 | Cm | x 3 1 0 1 x |
 | |
 Bb7 | 6 8 6 7 9 x |
 Verse: | |
 ||: Eb | Eb | Ab | Eb :|| Eb | x 6 8 8 8 x |
 | |
 ||: Fm | Fm Bb7 | Eb :|| Ab | 4 6 6 5 4 4 |
 | |
 Fm | 1 3 3 1 1 1 |
 |_____________|
 1st Chorus: _____________
 2/4 4/4 | |
 | Fm7 Bb | Abmaj7 | Fm7 | 1 3 1 1 1 1 |
 | |
 | Fm7 Bb | Abmaj7 | Bb | x 1 3 3 3 1 |
 | |
 | Fm7 Bb | Cm7 | Abmaj7 | 4 x 5 5 4 3 |
 | |
 | Fm7 Bb | Abmaj7 | Cm7 | x 3 5 3 4 3 |
 | |
 | Fm7 Bb Cm/Bb Bb7 | Cm/Bb | 6 x 5 5 4 x |
 |_|_|_|_|_|_|_|
 
 Guitar interlude:
 ||: Eb | Eb | Ab | Eb :||
 
 Eb Eb 
   

 ||---------------------|-----------------------|
 ||o--------------------|---------------------4-|
 ||---------------------|-----------------------|
 ||--3h5--5--3-------5--|-3h5--5--3-3-1---3/5---|
 ||o-----------3-1------|-----------------------|
 ||---------------------|-----------------------|
 

 
 Ab Eb 
   

 |----(7h8)-----------|----(6)-----------------||
 |----(9)--------1----|----(7h8)--------------o||
 |-5------------------|-3----------------------||
 |---------------1----|-1----------------------||
 |--------------------|-----------------------o||
 |--------------------|------------------------||
 

 
 
 Verse:
 similar to previous
 
 
 2nd Chorus:
   2/4       4/4      
 ||: Fm7 Bb | Abmaj7 |
 
 | Fm7 Bb | Abmaj7 |
 
 | Fm7 Bb | Cm7 |
 
 | Fm7 Bb | Abmaj7 :||
 
 Outro:
 no actual chords here, just the choir
 
 LYRICS
 **********
 Helping the kids out of their coats
 But wait, the babies haven't been born
 Unpacking the bags and setting up
 And planting lilacs and buttercups
 
 But in the meantime I've got it hard
 Second floor living without a yard
 It may be years until the day
 My dreams will match up with my pay
 
 Old dirt road ('sh'boom, 'sh'boom)
 Knee deep snow (...)
 Watching the fire as we grow old
 
 I got a man to stick it out
 And make a home from a rented house
 And we'll collect the moments one by one
 I guess that's how the future's done
 
 How many acres, how much light
 Tucked in the woods and out of sight
 Talk to the neighbors and tip my cap
 On a little road barely on the map
 
 Old dirt road ('sh'boom, 'sh'boom)
 Knee deep snow (...)
 Watching the fire as we grow old
 Old dirt road
 Rambling rose
 Watching the fire as we grow old
 Well, I'm sold
 
 
 Jon Sebastian Frederiksen - 1st /March /10