Kerosene Hat - Cracker vetters@vax1.elon.edu Tabbed by Steve Vetter C G How can I fly with these old donkey wings D ? while the magfire sings C some shiny song C G old cornface row of teeth she says sweetly to me D in the elevator Em D C Everything seems like a dream Em Life's a scream Here come old kerosene hat with his earflaps waxed a'courting his girl come clattering in here on your old cloven skates ? with the devilish spoon Everything seems like a dream And life's a scream when you're submarine anyone got the solo? So don't you bother me death with your leathery ways and your old chaise lounge ? a wickerman's fence of leathery tires and the cooks gone bad, started several fires Everything seems like a dream when your submarine Head like a stream, she says softly to me from the rattling chair bring me a steak and my old pair of crows my medicine lamp Everything seems like a dream Life's a scream some whispered stuff I can't make out  +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ I Steve Vetter I I'm not the same I I vetters@vax1.elon.edu I As I was long ago I I Elon College I I've learned some new things I I Love School of Business I And I hope that it shows... I I Alpha Kappa Psi I - Neil Young I +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ >From: vettersj@mindspring.com (Steve Vetter) >Subject: CRD: Kerosene Hat - Cracker >Date: Fri, 4 Oct 1996 19:49:00 -0400 Kerosene Hat - Cracker vettersj@mindspring.com Tabbed by Steve Vetter 09.28.96 I have cleaned this file up a bit. Someone mailed me the chords a couple of years ago and now I am updating the file. Em C How can I fly with these old doggy wings G ? while the magfire sings D some shiny song Em C old cornface row of teeth she says sweetly to me G D in the elevator Em D C Everything seems like a dream A Life's a scream G---0--2--4-------- D--------------2--- Here come old kerosene hat with his earflaps waxed a'courting his girl come clattering in here on your old cloven skates ? with the devilish spoon Everything seems like a dream And life's a scream when you're submarine anyone got the solo? So don't you bother me death with your leathery ways and your old chaise lounge ? a wickerman's fence of leathery tires and the cooks gone bad, started several fires Everything seems like a dream when your submarine Head like a stream, she says softly to me from the rattling chair bring me a steak and my old pair of crows my medicine lamp Everything seems like a dream Life's a scream some whispered stuff I can't make out