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Way Down Watson
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by J. Farrar
As played by Son Volt from the album "Straightaways" (1997)


Transcribed by Dave Shapiro (buck@ecentral.com)

6-string guitar, drop-D tuning (DADGBD)

I've tabbed the intro and the first verse. Everything else is a
modification of this stuff. This tune's about the demolition of an
historic hotel in St. Louis, I believe.


Intro

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             Put whiskey

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Verse 1

                        on         the wounds           salt

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 the glass                     and   say goodbye.

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   No  feel-good    scenes                 to  bring it back

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             Just   falling brick                   and

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 broken glass

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                                Wrecking-ball ...

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Verse 2

Wrecking-ball operator
Twenty years pulling the lever
And these windows shield the cold
From the weather of my soul


Chorus

And feel the heart-strings sinking fast
Another treasure found, another tumbling down


Verse 3

I protect my ears and eyes
From the dust and noise
The word comes down to the bitter end
The diesel hums; the cycle spins


Verse 4

When we meet on that hard hat ground  (?)
Just a photograph, no one else around
Words to live by, just goes to show
Some day we all gotta go


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Cheers,

Dave Shapiro
buck@ecentral.com