sylvania by diane cluck
tabbed by: thePOMPANO (thepompano@gmail.com)
(also credit to thenaturaltailor at
for some of the more nitpicky points, but i only bothered to see if this was already
out after i finished this)
tuning is half a step down & E tuned up to E#
intro
D#|--------------------------|-------------------------|
A#|------------------------0-|-----------------------0-|
F#|--------------------------|-------------------------|
C#|------4----4-4---4--------|------4----4-4---4-------|
G#|---5-(5)-5-----5---5-5----|---5-(5)-5-----5---5-----|
E#|-5------------------------|-5-------------------5---|
verse*/chorus
D#|----------------------------------------------|
A#|----------------------------------------------|
F#|----------------------------------------------|
C#|-----4----2-----2---0------0----0------0----0-|
G#|---5---5\-----3---3-----0-(0)-0-----0-(0)-0---|
E#|-5----------3---------0-----------1-----------|
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outro
D#|--------------------------|-------------------------|
A#|------------------------0-|-----------------------0-|
F#|--------------------------|-------------------------|
C#|------4----4-4---4--------|------4----4-4---4-------|
G#|---5-(5)-5-----5---5-5----|---5-(5)-5-----5---5-----|
E#|-5------------------------|-5-------------------5---|
D#|-----------0-----0-------|
A#|-----------0-----0-------|
F#|-------------------------|
C#|------4------------------|
G#|---5-(5)-5-----5-------5-|
E#|-5-----------5-----(5)---|
*(a minor variation in the verse during the first "amazing..." bit plays something like:
C#|-----4----2-2---2-----0-----0-----|
G#|---5---5\-----4---4-4-----0---...-|
E#|-5-----------(3)--------0---------|
lyrics:
"i grew up in sylvania
there aren't so many woods now
how dare he lay his name upon that tract of land
though natives got on (cool?) there
they felt no need to rule there
who really gives a shit about some William Penn ?
own your own sylvania homestead
if that be your belief
you can claim you own it
though you bought it from a thief
who might have been the boss awhile
he never was the chief
oh i know...
founding forefathers
i call you deadbeat dads
founding forefathers
i call you deadbeat dads
founding forefathers
i call you deadbeat dads
leave us alone
leave everyone alone
we can work it out on our own
sylvania is beautiful when the fall rolls around
there's gourds out in the fields & indian corn
(you can't eat them, though)
many half-songs sung up from the fields
remind me how it was--
amazing
amazing
amazing
amazing"
